Flurry Rush

I try not to give a fuck about the little things
 Yet still every particle of pressure
 Got my psyche circling the drain
 But shit I can't complain
 Compared to many folks I got it great
 So, why's it always seem
 That everything was better yesterday?
 Sure, I suppose that I could down another fifth
 To help myself forget
 Pocket the grenade and pull the pin
 But giving in is overrated
 And I'm sick of being faded
 And I'd like my epitaph to read
 They made it
 So, we'll have to...
 Wipe the sweat from our brows
 Tears from our eyes
 Booze from our mouths
 I know shits going south
 But we got this
 Just as long as we don't cave
 To the escape route
 Just chug along and everything will play out fine
 Or maybe it won't
 Maybe we're fucked
 Maybe we're born to die
 And all shit out of luck.
 Plus, it does feel a bit narcissistic
 To deny our existence
 Is an accident congealed from the dust
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 How I'd love to find myself
 Some solace in some pollyannaish paradise
 And view the glass half full
 But it's just so difficult
 To not fill every glass in sight with booze
 I've got so many self-inflicted bullet wounds
 In both my feet
 That it's a miracle I ever leave the bed
 To walk the streets
 When I do a wave of panic washes over me
 And shrivels up my lungs
 Can't seem to act the way I'm supposed to be
 Without catching a buzz
 Meaning is tough to find when anchored to a drug
 So, I hold dear the hope
 With work one day I'll live a life unplugged
 Wipe the sweat from our brows
 Tears from our eyes
 Booze from our mouths
 I know shits going south
 But we got this
 Just as long as we don't cave
 To the escape route
 Just chug along and everything will play out fine
 Or maybe it won't
 Maybe we're screwed
 Maybe we're just arbitrary blips
 All born to lose
 Maybe searching for meaning hope
 To deny life is pointless
 And this consciousness shit's all a rouse
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 For every happy thought I've ever had
 There dwells a voice within my head
 That speaks to sabotage my comfort
 With an existential dread
 Oh, how nice it'd be to just enjoy one day
 Without the vacuum of anxiety to suck the fun away
 Like it's a
 Gorgeous day outside
 Too bad that everyone I know will die
 It doesn't matter what we leave behind
 We're all standing in place
 Just launching arrows at the sky
 The finish line of this rat race
 Is just our imminent demise
 See what I mean?