Am/Pm

Windows down with a frown
Ash on my jeans
Been up eating beansThese scenes keep on flashin′ inside of my head
But I'd rather be dead
Got no bread
Out of meds
I can′t find no tranquility
Put me out of my misery
Insomnia drivin' me mental, so I put it on a front like golds on my dental
My lifes accidental
At the drop of a pencil
I might flash out and shoot every motherfucker while I'm drivin a rental
Oh no don′t tempt me
I ain′t slept in six weeks
Haven't ate since wednesday
God damn I′m empty

I fall asleep but I don't want to rise out of bed
Escape to my dreams I know some of them wet
The sun shinin bright as I open my eyes and then close up the blinds and wish that I was dead
Some people wanna call me a pussy
Some people wanna call me a bitch
Some people wanna tell me that it ain′t that bad
Lift up that chin
I wonder what they'd say after I slice my wrists
2 slits I′m gone in the endless abyss
One way street and i need a fucking lift
If sleep is the cousin of death I guess me and $lick counting sheep until' we out of breath I mean shit
Po-pourin' my emotions into a styrofoam cup
Gulping it down til′ I don′t give a fuck