Storm Chaser by Rehab
And breathin's overrated
Stormchasin' and its gettin' later
I used to love her now I hate her shes a brain-raider
Fallin' in a crater
Of lost memories
I'm so out of hand
That I dont even fuck with me
I'm goin' trippin' drunk and slippin'
Sleepin' in ditches
Switchin prescriptions
Bangin' a random whore and itchin'
I dont give a flyin' feces
I ain't one with the human species
Slappin the nurse tryin' to up my CC's
I fall apart
Take all my pain turn it to art
Blowin' up a K-Mart and blame it all on Mozart
Fuck, I'm surprised I got a deal
Every two hours I take a pill
That's where I'm at,
It's all surreal
I got imaginary friends
An imaginary life,
An imaginary wife,
And a real knife
Outta here by next weekend
Hung over on the dresser with my brain leakin'
And I run away
From the light of day
I am not okay
My soul's a misery
I think im losin' my mind
I'm whacked out on Jack and blacked out
Trapped in a crackhouse full of d-d-d-d-d-doubt
I got guilt to the hilt
I fight tears and fears
Been out for 10 years
Hit a big bump up off the mirror
Find me at www dot
I came to trouble you dot
Come here mothafucka take your best shot
Suicidal, got a lot of demons to fight
I'll probably sit in a chair and put my mouth around a rifle
I feel abused to lose the blues
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