None of this works
I wish I was sober
mornings are often quiet and cold
I wish it was dawn
I had to dissemble
Feels are forever and I stay up too late
Wondering when I'll get to heaven
conversations with satan always end well
Wish I could leave but nothing feels better
than a pat on the head from the greatest of evils
Wish I could swing from the swing-sets down under
rise to the top and recollect all my sins
I wish I had everything I wish I had everything
I wish I had everything
It's definitely sink or swim.