Don't Wait Up

The bruises tell a story and the scars they track the trends It’s 2:30 in the morning and I’ve lost about half my friends Try to trace what I kept chasing dozen shots and chasers too The three people who love me well I don’t think they’d approve I’ve been away for months, with temptations given never paid for one I should be pacing em Blank and numb when I’m tipping my wrist So forgiveness that’s what I’m banking on Photos I don’t remember, moments I can’t recall Seems like it’s last September, but it’s already next fall Drift in and out of the scene of the bar, or the van, or the room What I mean is I’m starving for truth getting harder to see Any logic in making a martyr of me Giving it all my all but all of the sudden I’m starting to bawl Barfing the contents of my heart out in a bathroom stall Nobody loves me, nobody calling my name at night Nobody trusts me, not dialing the cops when I say I might And I’m likely somewhat skewed to the view From the back of a DJ booth, in the back of a club in the back of my mind This is the life I choose I’m trying to get by, I’m trying to give up, I’m trying to get high, dude I’m trying to let up, I’m trying to get buzzed, I’m trying to go by you I’m trying to get paid, I’m trying to lose weight, I’m trying to get fucked up Just wanted to say, I’m running real late, so don’t you wait up So don’t you wait up for me I know this won’t work out, I know that my future’s fucked Nothing I’m sure about, except for my stupid luck Guess it’ll work for now, but baby I’m losing blood And I’ll be the first to shout, I haven’t been true enough On the counter got a PBR, brain hit by a meteor My whole life needs CPR, never really gets easier Commitments yeah I tossed a few, ah in one of those moods Both eyes on the good stuff, want a pretty good buzz so take one of those too Low down real depressed Contemplate sending texts to a guy who I don’t even like But this one time we had sex So don’t go telling me I’m a shit show cause I already know that Don’t say I should slow down tell me to think twice, shit when I already hold back All the flak I get, I deserve like half of it Cut until it bleeds, til I’m begging on my knees, so you call me a masochist Well I call that day to day, usual type business Feeling lost and getting found, it’s not so different