Brain Rot

the sounds of johnny cash fill my head

as the last drop of whiskey slides down my throat

the juice is wet but i feel dry, dry, dry

and there’s no place left for me to go

I sit at the bar staring at the bottom of my glass

and it might as well be my whole life

I’ve gone so many long years just to sit on my ass

to sit and wait for the reaper’s knife

oh, i tried to work, but the work had no end,

it just distracted me for a while

and i tried to have friends but they might as well be dead

when i don’t see any light behind their smile

but now i’m stuck here down in el paso

and not a shadow to call home

and i’ll fight and i’ll scream and i’ll bite and i’ll yell

but there’s no where left for me to go

I’ll break a window and i’ll spit on a cop

just so they’ll take me down

but i can’t fight the feeling that it’s never gonna stop

and in this quicksand i think i’m gonna drown

so pick me up and take me away with you

to wherever it is you’re gonna go

i’m just tryin’ to find a little love

and someplace i can call home!