The Myth / I Don't Video (MV)

How close am I to done?
When you'd do anything to stop the hum.
Get obliterated on the juice,
And hang on.
Through the hangover,
And get after it again,
Pints in sight in the bright light at 10AM.

And it's red wine and port in the later hours.
There's time for shorts of green spot
And powers.
And we'll have our fair share of Very Rare
And break the bank with last orders.
That's the wage on the whiskeys,
And the morning on the water.
,
Then,
Walking around like a madman
By myself.
Wasting a low wage wealth
And my health.
Red eyes
And red credit.
Searching for ways to get out of this state on Reddit.
I have value,
My mates and my Ma said it.

But that Tuesday Morning counselling
Does break the bank.
And ya know who said
Boring ounce selling
Won't make it back?
But f*ck that Jack!
I wont bring the problems
To further the lack,
Just to make a stack.
I'm lucky to be past that.
I'll stay with mine
Where the fees are flat.

I'll take debt over death
And stress to keep breath
Cause I see no other option yet.
The weight of the hangover
Hungover this year.
And ya drink to stop the trembling fear.

Everything has lost its colour.
I only feel good when I'm drunk.
Sunday morning
Hungover to bits
Crying on the couch
To When We Were Young.

I can't seem to take this tragedy.
Or see where it starts and ends
Now flaking out on friends
To get drunk in bed instead
It never ends,
It's too wrecked in this head.

The old men I hang around
Tell me the same stories
Week in week out.
About how today's boxers dont know the struggle
Of yester's louts.
Or they're all mouth.
And they're not trying to get me down
Cause I can move about no doubt.
But in their day it was 10 smokes and 10 stouts
After every bout.
Or was it every round?
And I'm like
Yeah, Sounds like a decent shout,
But I feel like I'm on the same route
But this world is a different town.
But I'll stay devout to my weekly glory scouts
Cause 20 years from now I'll be just like them
No doubt.
And I'll still get 10 messages a day
From people I never met
About my best friend's death.
So ya relive that memory again and again.
And you cant be with those you love
Cause you forgot how to trust.
And your whole life is drunk or f*cked up.
And every time your phone bings
Ya panic.
Cause you're terrified of what's on the other end.
It's happened again.
So you stop answering the phone
And you don't look at texts
You only check
When its plans for pints on deck.
And then you get wrecked and look at the only
Messages ya have left
From your best friend
Sent before his death.

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I don't want to be loved
I don't want to be understood
No hagiography after I'm done.

I don't want to feel safe
I don't want to feel free
All I feel is nothing
And right now that's all I can be.

I don't want to be loved
I don't want to be understood
I don't want to be around when the vibes are good.
I don't want to feel safe
I don't want to feel free
All I feel is nothing
And right now that's all I can be