Twenty-One Said Three TImes Quickly

Past ten and i start to lose my sight
Six hours gone, two fisting
Try to talk but nothing comes out right
Try to make it work tommorow
Yesterday we were barely in command
Full of dumb ideas, like children
I blinked and the world had dropped my hand
Don’t let it show but I’m stumbling
Now I’ve lost track of the things that I once knew
I know what I want but I don’t got the tools
Carry the weight upon my back
I’m killing time until the heartattack
Now that you’re twenty-one you’re got a lot to lose
Look back on better times, fuck all 'til twenty-two
Now that you’re twenty-one
I’ve got no will to move ahead
Don’t understand just how we got here
My memory dangles by a thread
Try to bring it back but it’s fading.