Gutted

Well, I was gutted

Well, I felt soft

So, I took to drinking

With the hopes of getting lost

When you're always losing

Well, it's hard to see your wins

When I start using

And I'm numb again

Well, I've been highballing

Through a playground zone

Though I know there's nothing

Nothing left for me there no more

At night I take to walking

Down lonely dead end roads

With the hopes one might catch me

Well, God knows I won't

I often think I could hop on plane

And it all go away

But I'd be a fool to think my burdens

Are something I don't carry

For I can't leave them at the gates

With the rest of my worries

They might not see me for a while

For I've gone in a hurry

They might not see me for a while

For I've gone in a hurry

My name is something

That my parents gave to me

Well, lately I disassociate

When it's hollered out at me

Well, I've been tangled up in, the dichotomy

Well, in the notion of the disbelief

That what will be will be

I often think I could hop on plane

And it all go away

But I'd be a fool to think my burdens

Are something I don't carry

For I can't leave them at the gates

With the rest of my worries

They might not see me for a while

For I've gone in a hurry

They might not see me for a while

For I've gone in a hurry