Beer & NyQuil (Hold It Together) - Spanish Love Songs

I took forty-five steps today:

Couch to bathroom to kitchen to couch

Thanksgiving '15 in a loft across from a cemetery

Drinking beer & NyQuil in this old mill

It’s burnt out from a fire back in '93

Gentrified and standing tall

I feel like I’m stuck on an island

I’ve been more than selfish

Wishing I could be landlocked again

I want to do something great

Instead I’ll question my age

And wonder why I’m such a mess

And now I want to be more than me

More for my friends and the four people left in my family

I’m so sick of everything always bringing me down

I’ll try not to break my neck

Get my feet on the ground

So I don’t have to be a burden —

Some sad kid up in bed

I’ve resigned my happiness to «lack thereof.»

Guess nothing’s perfect in the end

I’ll be alright

I’ll upend every good thing that I’ll find

But I’ll keep pissing in the wind

I want to be the one

I want to know what I love

I want to hold it together

But that’s not an option anymore