HWEUA
(Hope Will Eat You Alive)
By: Wes Luxton
Out for smokes, be back in three.
Weird of trees to hate their seeds?
Everybody's mad at me,
Think half those bitches Palpatine.
I crumpled up a note or three;
My own attempt fatalities;
I stopped feeling gravity,
I'm falling up like Silverstein.
Fire burns my self esteem;
Therapist not helping me.
Refer me ‘round three times this week;
Pass me around like I'm disease.
I must be Kool-Aid and bleach.
Poof, I'm gone no time to grieve.
I stand up in disbelief,
Why's the sun so scared of me?
Sally sold me sea shells;
Shelly's shore been shining by the sea.
I've been starving in my town;
Cali been the place to eat.
Momma at her second job;
Baby boy's all bone and teeth.
Always locked inside my mind,
Oh my god I lost the keys.
Oh my god I'm such a slob.
I just jumped to reach my dreams.
You get petty over squabs, squabs.
You won't let me speak.
I've been beaten my whole life,
Now I'm biting who I see.
'Cause getting you to listens'
Been like pulling out teeth.
Peter's pretty much a pessimist.
Let's break that little pipe he play.
KFC for one more check.
But now he's moving heavy weight.
Pour himself up two more drinks;
Whiskey straight, don't need no chase.
Girly says she's three weeks late.
Need to change
Who I am inside.
Or maybe waste my life,
At least a few more times.
Need to need to change;
You know I swear I try.
And then you say I lied.
Hope will eat you alive.
Father McKenzie,
I hope you forgive me.
Want these hoes to die alone
just like Eleanor Rigby.
I know everything I say
Can be held back against me.
That's really handcuffs on hippies,
Because they want me gone
like JFK in the 60's.
Guess I'm going with hickory,
I know nobody will miss me.
I really cashed out on quick schemes,
Now I'm out of like 6 leagues.
Element 115.
You lied on your shit
Just like jet fuel on steel beams.
Now I'm over you dope fiends,
Who lost sight in these things
While these dreams
Proceed
To hold me until I can't breathe.
So, indeed I exceed,
I exhale through nosebleeds;
I swear nobody knows me;
They really reach in my pockets;
It's my third mind this week and I've already lost it.
I live right where lost is.
I married my losses.
I'm way too pretentious,
I meant overcautious.
Fuck my whole life,
I really meant narcissistic.
Not just an asshole,
They say it's an illness.
And then double the doses
When the last ones won't kill it.
My bodys’ a business,
They keep making money the longer I'm living.
It's 100's of dollars to get a prescription.
Insurance to cover the difference.
Co-pays to live for a percentage.
That's wack.
Family ties fray,
How do you save a life? I'm lost.
Advice feels like slick remarks;
Up all night you tell me of.
Trips around the writers block.
Olive branches splinter us.
“Hope the whole album sucks”.
But my friends sit in prison,
Distribution and usage.
In love with your mood
And the tunes you come up with.
Wanna be just like you,
Turning up on some club shit.
With respect in the streets and best friends and fiends.
Up for three weeks not accomplishing sheesh.
Can't get no sleep with cups of codeine.
It's all part of the struggle,
We'll all break out and hustle.
Just to say fuck GED's
And end back up in trouble.
And I need to change,
Who I am inside.
Or maybe waste my life;
At least a few more times.
Need to need to change,
You know I swear I've tried.
Then you say I lie,
Hope will eat you alive.
Credits:
Written & Performed by: Wes Luxton
Produced by: Depo On The Beat
Engineers: Cj Bertram; Andy VanGuilder; Wes Luxton
2022 Wes Luxton Music Co. - All rights reserved. All reproduction, hiring, lending, public performances prohibited unless authorized.
