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Published on Aug 17, 2011
I'm pretty sure I wrote half of this fairly not-sober and the other half of this is shit. Sherlock has more problems than his three patches can manage.
It's not that you don't judge me for the punctures in my arms I just don't want you to see what I've become It's not that I don't want you to know me as I am But I've found a solution, found a way to come undone
I could rule the world in one fell move My brother did, but that's his groove I'd rather sit here high and lie to you
This is how my world ends
Look at this three patch problem, it's not what you think It's the lesser of two evils breaking I'll sit around and watch the colors float by But you'll be there. And I'll be reformatting my hard drive.
I might cure my own cancer, I could orchestrate fame I could do so many things to have you scream my name Get your attention and none of your blame But I'd rather have this
This is how my world begins.
You asked me for a happy ending I gave it to you, status pending Killing time and living my own life I'll breathe my air and take your glare I promise you, this isn't fair This is my state of being, my state of freeing my brain
You'll get the wife and he'll get the fame 98 reasons to keep me sane But For me, there's still remains the cocaine