Home Bowman - The 10th Cloud lyrics

I take life as a joke that I never understood
A momentary disappointment 'til you're
Gone for good my father died when I was 3
I never thought I could
Until a year ago my bubble
Burst and there I stood

In the face of adversity
Looking hellishly cursed
In the epiphany of burden
I knew would leave me shook

So what the fuck do I do?
When I get a text from my friend
Who's having sex with my ex
That I used to vent about frantically

That shit's in the past to me
Keeps coming back to mе
This life is a drag to me
Do not have capacity to

Keep floating down this
Fucking еndless catastrophe
I know it won't matter but
It has to mean something

It's more than just a feeling
That I'm obsessed with
A drug is the reason that
I've been blessed with

These words, they hurt i know they lurk
I know the shit I said should feel the worst

And I'm conscious of it

I watch my friends turn to addicts
"My own mother's been hiding
Inside the attic" digging my grave
Might as well while I'm at it
My ex girlfriend is seemingly manic

I'm prone to a panic
I'm out of my mind and
I've fucking had it up to here
With the shit that everyone says about me

Yeah, like just imagine
Not being able to eat like a normal person
See

Before you say "Rest in Peace"
I got some things up my sleeve
The sleight of hand like I breathe
The magic dust in my teeth

I smoked a lot of that reefer
Now I think that I'm reaping
Consequences that you would never
Even start to believe

I'm on the tenth cloud
Perceptual difference
I'm losing my interests
To feeling indifferent

If there's Hell, then I'm in it
Still been stuck in a simulation
I'm done when I'm finished

Bitch, I said I'm done when I'm done
Put the back of my thumb
Back inside of her cunt
Now I'm back on the run

And now I'm seemingly upsetting
Everyone that I want
So here's a friendly reminder that you
Can suck on my cock

You're a C+ on a good day
Cause you're bitch made need a Bengay
For your fat face

It's a rat race
Get your ass slapped for the cheese
Bet you'll end up fucking dead
On the back page

Refuse to take a look inside of the mirror
Tyler Durden, how you seem to appear
And then revere in yourself
Because you're so insincere hold my beer
I need to take a fucking piss in your ear

Your brain is empty like I'm
Walking inside of a Sear's
The way you speak is antiquated
Like Bra to Brassier every day
I burn myself a bit to see if I sear
Used to look inside the mirror for my
Girl but I don't see her