The Failure that I am.

Please give me a drink, I really need it Actually, just leave the keys to the bar I might be here all night, You can sweep me out tomorrow With the burnt out ends of fags, And leave me lying in a dumpster, It’s where I want to be. It’s a place I could feel comfortable Because then I’d know I’m truly a failure, I wouldn’t need to worry about it any longer. I could stop this pretend act of success That you all see I could be true to myself And embrace the failure that I am.