Apparently there are fireworks over the bridge that I can see from my hospital window,    and I’m curious..    I am curios how they’ll look now that everything is so dark.    Cancer rolls around here gently as a tumbleweed,    we roll our bloodshot eyes at them and they keep on rolling.    We really forget what life’s about,    I can’t remember the differences.    Were getting stuck inside the boxes we create,    who gives a fuck when all the toxins are the same.    I guess were picking our casket out,    I guess were all just getting stuck inside the boxes we create,    so drink up,    drink up cause all we ever get is a taste.