you were always beaten in the back
looking at all the people you were hanging around
making superficial sounds with
expensive shit, having time to remind you
that you never were it and that you never would fit
they were coming all over you again, just when
it seemed that everybody in the world was your friend
you pretend that it's just a little phase, lasting minute to minute
hour to hour, day to day to day
maybe you were right
staring at the yellow street lamps at night
in a highway bar, where the miller light puke ran
out of the door, when you would collapse on the floor
somehow waiting for your girlfriend to call
and shocked to find out that the summer was gone
only taken along into bound brook
chasing some childhood dream
that you held in the piece that you lit
after finding all the other drugs did you shit
but then again maybe you were wrong
you're the one who made yourself into you
you were the one that made the choice to
and if you ended up the way that you ended up
maybe it's your fault
and maybe its a sign that you're diggin you a little hole
day to day to day, hour to hour, minute to minute
just waiting for them to push you in it
put that shit down, drive it away
i ain't saving you from your own self
when you become your own prey
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