Joshua P. Johnson
Intrusive thoughts
Stewing in my bad thoughts 24/7,
Sending all my bad thoughts all the way to heaven,
Click clack, lock back and cock that gun, pull the barrel from your temple and go and have some fun.
Stop that, turn back and point it at your mum, listen to her scream and while you cry and watch her run.
Fuck that, wake up and open up your eyes, just another bad dream from the dark and gloomy skies.
Bad thoughts with me every single second, intrusive thought do follow me 24/7.
Call me OJ in the court room, charming with no evidence,
Can’t talk about these feelings since your lacking in the relevance,
Since no one really gives a shit and I’m absent in their presence.
My lack of presence is a present, my presence is what they wont miss,
To be happy that I’m not around will be their gift this Christmas.
So ill drink that, eat that or pop those pills,
Hoping every single time this is the one that kills.