I got no money for beer but I drink every night
Ain't got no money for weed but I still get high
I think the ten year old me would be so surprised
About the way that he now chooses to live his life
And still I feel like it's all the same
Cause I feel this way every single day
And I'm wondering if all of this is worth it
What's the cost for feeling like a piece of shit
I feel all of this taking my innocence
I can't change the way that I live
So we stop and hit the packie, roll some wacky-tobaccy
I'm dulling my senses till I can't feel anything
And nothing is right, everything is wrong
And I just wish that I could move on
Nothing is real, it don't make no sense
And I don't think that I could be feeling less
I find myself on your kitchen floor
And my life's becoming such a bore
I feel all of this taking my innocence
I can't change the way that I live
The bottom of the bottle is the end of me
Just move on and believe you're free
I just want to make some sense
Because right now I could just care less

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