Fourteen hours of snow with no shovel to dig yourself out
Now my body is as cold as my slow pace heart.
What's the point of fighting your way to the surface
when your always going to be rock bottom.
Life down here is oh so gray in every area and every nook.
Tis the Season, to be false and alone.

"Listen to your heart, friend." Is what I was told.
Now I'm still picking the pieces of glass out of my chest cavity
The glass from the same drinks we shared
Entangled together, our legs one long tail like a fox
Well, to hell with this fox, he's rabies infested
Drool and foam from the mouth I used to kiss.

Slow and steady wins the race.
But what the fuck are we racing for?
A degree in who can get alcohol poison first,
or is it a major in how many girls we can roofie tonight?
We can go throw around the proverbial pigskin
and circle jerk over the captain of the football,
I mean cheerleading squad!
I'll hide all my feelings with a poster of Megan Fox,
because I can't bare to tell my parents that I'm a "lost soul"
Bro, I'm not gay. But everytime we shower together
and those towels come off, something cums over me.

Seasonal Depression, Fall Winter Spring Summer

"Nights like these could be better spent
than spilling my seed to internet women
Like leaning on energy drinks to keep awake
Drinking to much, to much red bull(shit)
Sulking over girls with boyfriends
and writing emotion(less) rants"