maybe all i need is a shot in the arm - wilco

sometimes i start to get clarity again
so i reach for the next shot
because at first the nostalgia is good
then it gets to be too much to handle
i think,
did i do this all wrong?
was i so ahead of myself i was so far behind?
have i changed that much?

i know most people sleep on these things but fuck
i love to get hyper and dance around in my undies
fuck you
i like to also clean,
sing real loud
contemplate our deaths
think even more about death
try to turn myself blue with infinite amounts of dope
because i mean really
who can afford $1500 in a weekend right up the arm besides us baby?
we're greater than life
and even when we are broke we figure it out
your so dreamy
and i love your paints
and i want to swim in them
and you used to like my words
then you stopped encouraging them
to do your own
so they faded and now i just ramble
i'm lost without my hope from you
&....you don't even know it
you never even tried to really read
you never looked in my books at my words
you think its all somewhere on a computer when its scribbled in books
fuck do you even know me?
you make me contemplate everything
fuck, i need another shot
helps

it was 24 hours of hell then 72 hours of bliss & we better cop again or i'm not ready for the miss

this will be deleted when i know hypothetically  youll never see this anyway screwyouiloveyoubye