Creature

You’re only out to lose yourself in a whirlwind of hedonistic sunsoaked,
booze drenched, depraved fornication
How is your spine?
It’s been quite some time since it packed its shit up and left you behind
We’ve all been fooled into believing we’re well;
I was crazy to think you had a chance in hell
I love you so much, I’ve been contemplating removing your head
You
I’ve grown weary of watching you twist and coil your tongue
In and around all the ones I love, consuming what is left of all of us
You lack any ambition, your godawful habits are starting to sting
You like to think that you’re capable of getting away with anything
Drink up and further dull your ability to feel
And I’ll pray that your lack of sobriety softens the blow when your face hit
the windshield
I know what you want. I got for you
A one way ticket out of here, so you can die in California
Oh you rebel you, oh you Casanova, you
I’ve grown weary of watching you twist and coil your tongue
In and around all the one’s I love, consuming what is left of all of us
We’ve grown weary of watching you twist and coil your tongue
In and around all the one’s we love, consuming what is left of all of us