Thoughts from a balcony, Jumping, I'm thinking.
I can't find the words, must be something I'm drinking.
I'm gone til tomorrow, so lost in the deep end.
There's 6 feet of dirt above, dead for the week end.

Why the fuck do I text back...
and why the fuck is it like that?
why the fuck do I spend so much time on this bitch?
at the beginning we are right back.

What's the point of it all. I've been avoiding it all.
It's so annoying to think, that I just open a drink.
Until the bottom of this bottle is so closer to me.
What did you hope I could be? Damn.

I'm not your savior. I hate the way we are...

But then I'm gone til tomorrow, my heart is so broken...
Nobodies to blame... 

I'm going insane.
Thoughts run in circles, my energy's drained.
Fuck whatchu thinking, there's nothing to say.
There is no one to blame, but I'm hoping I can.

Might as well just say peace now.
It's bout the time that I dip out.
I am hardly the same, cause my heart.. This bitch had it ripped out.

Dead For The Weekend (Recorded in 2014 or 2015)

Danny Void