I wake up from a deep slumber

Hungover and hating myself for it

Hate turns to compassion and I begin to cry

I cry and realize I need a plan

If I want to get out of here

Without a plan I will stay in this same spot

That I’ve been in for half my life now

And I don’t want to be in this spot anymore

I don’t want to be the hamster on its wheel

Because it looks fun, and it is easy

To drink to numb the worry and slur the thoughts

About how I’ll survive in a place so cold

Where no one really has your back

Swig after fucking swig, after fucking swig

Sick of it

I’m ready to make the plan

We’re going to make it out of here

Alive and thriving