Guilt Trip

Nicotine for breakfast
Nothing for lunch
I would dead all my vices but i’m never wrong
If i carried the weight
Not counting all i had lost
Baby, i’m not god
No, i’ll never make it this late
I mean, not one to try & fight fate
But i’m not even sure if i believe
Baby, i’m not god
But i’ll carry the cross
What is it about me?
Why can’t i just be happy?
Save your breath, i’m the one who’s sorry now
You take and take
But i still love you
Why can’t i just love me too?
Take a breath, there’s nothing left to worry bout
Coffee in the morning
The sting hits at night
I don’t care about myself
I just care about my pride
I’d swallow it all but i got no appetite
I said i’m not god…
I’ll never make it
Slowin down a bit never looked darker
The air so thin, i’m a genius & a martyr
But i’ll starve, work harder, no lucky star
Would god quit like this?
Pour one out for the things i missed
Pour one out for the sleep i lost
Pour one out for the things i did
I’ll carry the cross