Trepanation

Black ink in my right thigh
Shitty stick and poke tattoos that just
Don't meant shit anymore
Jagged cuts on ur title fight crop top
Both our heads stuck in the ceiling fan

Here we go again another year of this bullshit
Waking up man I'm so fucking sick of it
Cause been having the same dream about you
What does it mean?

As i lie on my death bed thinking of all you ever said and what
you meant to me. There's a hole in my head, the one that you left.

You were yelling and screaming hollering get
your act together it's been a year of this shit
Binging fits, the fun never ends
Till ur staring at ur toilet throwing up during sunrise again
I was yelling and screaming hollering
I love you so much let's just not break up
Now I'm leaning on my bed frame choking on my
words trying t sell myself for twice of what I'm worth