The line between creepy and sweet is too thin
While stalker and lover lie down next to it
An obsession with pleasure
I regress to fiending
As the bottom of the bottle drops
And the thoughts start to get lost
I can't see clear
About to act from fear
And the mind is just stuck in a rut
Tryna be deep I don't mean to be blunt

I walk down this line but I can't strut straight
I guess you could say I have a drunk mind state
Too many pretties but not enough face
Too many thoughts stuck as thoughts, not taste
And I start to question my tongue
Cause this bullshit just isn't fun
I may be good for days
But never for the week
I'm acting like I'm tweaked
And caked up on the beat
And wandering through the haze
Cause the shades are still shut
The sun still shining
But no lights touch

I'm a diamond in the rough
And this gemstone's smashed
The pretty little dust
Is ready for the pass
Through the nasal
And the drip
Take the head
Not the tip
I might as well be an addict if I'm living like this
Stuck strung out
And really fucking pissed
That I let the chance go
If it was even a chance I guess
As I blend into the crowd
All the chatter's getting loud
And I don't know where it is I is
A bordering masochist
Cause the mental anguish comes next
After all the pleasure
That's all that's fucking left
And the anger compliments
Like  peanut butter to jelly
So Imma enjoy the sandwich