I'll never find a job

And i'll never learn how to talk to anyone

I am just a slob

Fucking myself over just for fun

I miss putting things in my veins

Cause there's nothing that quite feels the same

And i'll never feel that feeling again

At least that's what i tell myself

Cause the statistics say i will

And it's waiting for me patiently

On the corner of the street

In a black man's hand

In a black car with a black window tint

I always feel tired

I don't remember lots of conversations

I don't like feeling wired

I wanna drip like condensation

I miss putting things in my veins

Cause there's nothing that quite feels the same

And i'll never feel that feeling again

At least that's what i tell myself

Cause the statistics say i will

And it's waiting for me patiently

On the corner of the street

In a black man's hand

In a black car with a black window tint