Bouncing Off The Walls

Always bouncing off the walls for all the wrong reasons,
I'm not even f*****g living; I'm just drunk way out of season,
And a straight line is not mine when it comes to dragging feet
So I just grab myself a pint and find a place to take a seat,
Until I stumble, bumble over words I should've mumbled,
Under breath so cracked with smoke that I can barely feel the rumble of a
Windpipe sick of this life,
I slip and fall and tumble to a place where men like me throw their dreams unto the jungle,
To be lost beneath this canopy of "truth"
I've fabricated since my youth,
The message I see in the words
Is what separates me from you,
As if delusion can excuse an empty mind
With a short fuse,
As if the grind I left behind is slowly sprouting from the roots
Of a flower I dismembered when my heart had hit the roof of apathy,
But that's the sick problem with me;
I can let my mind be intertwined with souls who rarely ever see
The depth of existential dread which consumes me constantly.