A Feast of Delusion 4ria

Maybe all of the pills made me too optimistic
Optics illusion
Abuse em blues if I oblige to my fixtures
If I didn't know have this whole vision
L'd lose myself in the distance
Do you mind if I listened to conversations you have with him?
So, I could have myself a glimpse of what it’s like to have love
Cause the life I have isn’t bad, but I still feel so fucked
Another night I sit in the trash, and I’ll still call up my plug
Tell him I need em
If I could see him
And throw the homie some bucks


Maybe I was just too hopeful
But now I hold onto sofas, so
The story goes when home alone
I sink in my woes so soulful
So full of shit, I piss bliss
Focus on this, I get whipped by a hopeless abyss
I best slip a couple of pills onto my tongue
I wonder what comes after this
Stuck in this habitus
Happens to gets my own habits fixed
Hack it, live happy, then I could admit, this shit