Hardly a profit, no gift of foresight
You've succumbed to the obvious, on your pity party nights.
A beverage for the staunch, most likely to succeed, yet busy fucking crying on your scuffed bleeding knees.
Open your eyes and see the signs.
A search for the light, only leaves you blind.
Leviathans reign, a crushing grip devours your soul, and your pushed to sip.
Abstinent ladder climbers at full collapse, restart the cycle that your social scene lacks.
Oxygen thieves, with friends on their knees, I lift a beverage to those likely to succeed.
Drop of the inevitable, no doubt you'll be eating crow.
New lifestyle new wardrobe, proud to say I told you so.