The Routine


The recipe disappears from the glass
Then I mix another just as strong as the last
Then I write about all the girls from the past
And send drunk messages to some girls from class
I just want someone who’ll make me feel special
I just want someone who’s real even when I’m seeing double
Constantly around people who make me feel alone
It’s been four years since I’ve had a home
Daydreaming about AR and my days there
Back when I had the Tacoma and rode around without a care
Now the depression got me drinking on a daily
And all their boyfriends ready to fight me
Exes always calling me an ass or a dick
Like their opinions are really gonna stick
Like I give fuck about that bitch that stabbed me in the back
Or the other bitch who left because her parents didn’t like the color black


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