Cotton Wool

Why do you drink so much
Is it because you don't think enough?
Why do you think so much?
Is it because you don't drink enough?
Why do you get me crawling up the wall with your
Fucked up head?

Is it too big,
Not so small?
Just give me an inkling
So i can go ahead with whether or not i'm better off dead
Do you want to be like your mother
Do you want to fuck up like she did
Do you want to hear another?
Another word which this addiction this germ that spreads its seed
And it still won't stop
Even if you're begging and pleading
A voice in your head that keeps on screaming

But it still won't stop.

You see, it grabs a hold of you
Squeezes you so tight it puts a hole in you
Then you start spilling your guts
Your senses dampen to physical touch
And everything that was anything
That used to be much too much
Has gone

You're now wrapped up in cotton