I'll get drunk.

I'll get drunk tonight.
Call in to work
Some vouched favor to myself
To never stop deception
Like it's a favor to myself
To escape from anything
Likened to: having something
To look forward to
Other than late nights
Smoke stacks and taboo
Can't complain as long as I'm awake
Walk these train tracks till they fade
In a trance I'm not feelin' okay
Just bit my last lip
And I'm bleeding away
Till the lights explode
The sky falls
And smoke does justice to haze
A headache is a purity
To that which I can relate
Some fixed resolution of conflicts
And I can't complain
Let me linger
Till I run away
Escaping the facts
The tricks
The pains
Of an idiot
With not much to blame
I can't complain
I can't complain