There is no POINT

nothing now is a quick fix
and I wont find god because I don't like looking for things that aren't there.

like those pink elephants.

So I reach for the bottles I cant hold anymore and realize
ill be alone like this as long as I can keep the line straight.

More than I like to admit depends on this straight line.

Too many directions and I cant make up my mind so it is helpful like advice that's asked for.

Mental slavery the broken side of bravery and the faded scenes that still hang around to keep my sleep unsteady.

I focus on whats important and lose sight of what really matters
collateral damage and the speak becomes twisted like the days her smile doesn't register.