There\'s a drought ahead
Followed by a flood of negative emotions that have been barricaded in my head
For four years now these emotions have been held back by a dam
A dam made from antidepressants and alcohol but mostly diazipam
Some might laugh but this situation\'s not funny
I\'ve tried to pay the overseas vendors but they won\'t accept my money
I used to pay by debit card but that was too easy, too good to be true
Now the future that lies ahead is uncertain and painted dark blue
Why can\'t they keep it simple and just accept my money?
The overseas bank transfer isn\'t working, this shits far from fuckin funny
My stomach is starting to churn as the panick sets in
When my emotions cascade over the dam, then that\'s some deep shit I\'ll be in
As I\'m writing this, I can feel the wrinkles in my skin getting deeper, my face growing older
Then I here a \'ping\' and get a message in my inbox folder
The message is from the vendors, the missing information to make the transaction complete
Thank fuck for that, my head was starting to spill it\'s guts
Rotten mincemeat
I complete the order, I\'m worn out, it\'s just been one of those days
Thank God there\'s psychedelics in the mail. I need to feel the suns rays
You\'d think I\'d try to sort my life out and I have, many times I promise
I\'ve been to the AA meetings and narcotics anonymous
I\'ve sat there with smack heads and alcoholics for weeks on end
Too much of my precious time I did spend
For now I\'m happy with my solution, another quick fix
I\'ll just paper over the dam
Hide the cracks in the bricks