White Lines Empty Eyes

cold air, cold room, cold heart…

Don’t waste your time on me, baby, I’m lost,

Soul feel numb, now my brain feel crossed,

Everybody want love till the pain get tossed,

Now I treat my own life like it came with a cost.

Nowadays ambition in women feel rare,

Twenty years old, broken homes, black hair,

Trauma in the eyes but they say they don’t care,

So we both get high just to breathe this air.

Pop another 40, let the world move slow,

Cocaine lines on the sink, let it all snow,

You smoke weed just to feel somethin’ glow,

I take thirty Xanax, I don’t care if I go.

Cold world, cold nights, cold souls outside,

Everybody hides pain with a chemical high,

If I disappear tonight, would anybody cry?

Guess we all self-destruct just to feel alive.

So let’s get fucked up ‘til the sunrise fade,

Love don’t last, it just leaves heartbreak,

Need another substance just to kill this pain,

Whole world numb, now we all the same.

Pour another shot, let the white lines hit,

Every bad choice got me losin’ my grip,

If tomorrow comes, I still won’t give a shit,

Cold world turned my heart into an abyss.

Mama said slow down, boy, you movin’ too fast,

But the pills hit harder when you livin’ in the past,

Every “I love you” turn temporary fast,

Now I trust white powder more than anybody asked.

Late nights drivin’ while the city asleep,

Demons in my head and they don’t play cheap,

Heart so cold that my soul can’t weep,

I been losin’ myself every week I can’t sleep.

Another cold morning, ash all on my clothes,

Eyes bloodshot red but nobody really knows,

Laughin’ with my friends while my heartbeat froze,

Tryna fill a void that just endlessly grows.

Everybody preach love till the love disappear,

Now it’s empty bottles and nicotine tears,

I been drownin’ myself just to kill these fears,

‘Cause the silence gets loud when nobody here.

Maybe I’m broken, maybe that’s fine,

Maybe this liquor just speak my mind,

Everybody leaves, so why even try?

If love kills slow, then let me die high.

“you still alive?”

“yeah… barely tonight.”

Another numb night starin’ at the ceiling fan,

Bottle in my hand while I barely stand,

Tryna outrun pain but it know who I am,

So I drown my thoughts in another gram.

Phone full of names that don’t call no more,

Love turned fake, now my heart stay sore,

Bottle half empty on the bedroom floor,

And I don’t even know what I’m fightin’ for.

Maybe I peaked when my soul still cared,

Now it’s cold stares and dead nightmares,

Everybody leaves, guess life ain’t fair,

So I get high and just disappear.

“If I don’t wake up tomorrow…

just tell ‘em I was tired.”