P.O.S. Is Ruining My Life

It was buried under a flask and uh
 Caught peekin' from the bottom of a glass
 All this nonsense, incense, common sense, consequence
 Indulgence in bourbon, this 'urb, between city kids
 It's disturbed
 Up and around to see the same shit from her
 She gets so silent, watchin' life just pass by in a blur
 Ain't it funny?
 We can sneak into our lives undisturbed?
 Over the perfect things to say
 And then just choke on the words?
 Everybody wanna be the next
 Everybody wanna be in step
 Everybody wanna fuck
 Everybody want the consequence of playin' the fence
 Everybody's got shit luck
 Everybody wanna move to they own beat
 Everybody wanna make a dent
 Every girl is lookin' for the next best thing
 Every boy's in love with his girl's best friend
 Everybody hates me
 Everybody wanna fight
 We can't stand to wake up in the sun
 But can't sleep in the moonlight
 I'm right there wit ya
 I'm sicker than my own skin
 I got the clothes and the jaded grin
 I'm at the bar or the coffee shop
 But I don't like drinkin'
 And I fuckin' hate coffee shops
 I'm off the stop and roll
 It's best spin like a twist-a-whirl
 This ain't amusment, I'm a loser
 It was bullshit, It was bullshit, uh
 Got two cents
 But everybody seems to have the same chain but can't break my five-oh
 Two cents, (yeah right) but can't spend nothing if I'm holdin' the carp it's like
 If you come down and just breathe, and just breathe in and out
 You'll feel a whole lot better, close your eyes
 Need to be if you can't see them, then they can't see you
 Right, close your eyes
 I can never be what I wanna be
 Nothin' but a man
 Nothin's even inside of me
 Nothin I can understand
 If I try, and so I try
 To get a grip, a hold, a handle, a hand
 I can never be what I wanna be
 Nothin' but a man
 Nothin's even inside of me
 Nothin I can understand
 If I try, and so I try
 To get a grip, a hold, a handle, a hand
 This,
 And It's strained to think
 It might break
 Scratch, Crack, Silence,
 This,
 And It's strained to think
 It might break
 Scratch, Crack,
 Ah!
 Livein the city, like any other
 We all live alone
 The only difference is we don't seem to know it
 Frozen and lonesome,
 When it's cold
 In the summer gotta wait for the loathing
 Holding, our posture so low
 And we drink so there's not much worth noting
 Strolling, so vagrant, so shaken, so grown, so god so mistaken
 So broke, so, so complacent, so worn out, so worn out, so worn out
 So full of doubt, so full of restrain
 So full of that self-control, or the lack thereof
 That we thought was soul
 If you come down and just breathe, and just breathe in and out
 You'll feel a whole lot better, close your eyes
 Need to see if you can't see them, then they can't see you
 Right, close your eyes
 I can never be what I wanna be
 Nothin' but a man
 Nothin's even inside of me
 Nothin I can understand
 If I try, and so I try
 To get a grip, a hold, a handle, a hand