Everytime I see you it's Relapse Retrial
Remembering old thoughts I forgot for awhile
As I fall in the pit that has no foreseen bottom
I fall back in time to the feelings unwanted
I'm an underdog underscored for his eccentrics
Undetermined about where the fuck it is he's going
And every time you can count that I'll fall in the mold
Imma still be missing you when I'm forty years old
Probs still be a virgin cause you're the one true love
It's been years since we talked but there's none above
Don't need to know you cause this shit's programmed in
Reprogramming's a choice, but I can't even begin
Everyday I wake up and I say I'll get a bitch
But is it a bitch I want, or a pretty little miss
Or is it just you, or is it just pussy
I can't tell no more, but the bipolar's moving

Stuck tryna break the cycle so I chose to be a psycho
Tripped out mental and metaphysical style
No drugs below me and no limits to meet
And no counselor or therapy meetings
Just me and my pipe and my line and my tab
The rocks and the caps and the rolled bills like that
It's fuck my life style, contorted to fit
Into the rolled up bill that I'm snortin shit with
Don't know where to start, but I right now can't stop
The beginning's the end and the bottom's on top
The door that I entered's not the door that I left
And I don't even know how I got to this cliff
I'll do a triple back front side flip
Hope I land on my feet like the pussy I am
I'll have eight lives left and the next one's running out
But maybe in the next one I can change what shit's about

Too late to say hello and goodbye's came too early
But what could've been isn't so I should stop worrying
I'm admiring a dyke scrawny cut albino
While I'm losing sight of my life through the keyhole
The door won't fucking budge, and the metal's fucking cold
And every time I push I feel another year old
There goes my eighteens nineteens and twenties
Atleast the next year I won't be so thirsty
Worse is the feeling that I now look forward to
Of getting fucked up and forgetting bout you
Or forgetting what's wrong and remembering to smile
Or going to a dream and staying for awhile
Never should I wake up and hopefully I won't
Be complete til I stumble upon a new throne
I'll be on my knees arms stretched back bent
Because I guess I'm stuck the servant til' the end