Out of It.

Right now
I'm so out of it
I can barely type these letters.
Right now
I'm so out of it
I can barely hold my cigarette.
Oh, so out of it.
Don't mock me!
This song is starting to make me sweat.
In all the wrong places.
Different faces.

Ones of old and new.
Some with features made to make you spew.
The others with you can't help yourself
You want them all to yourself.
As do I

Age is but a number
to keep you from what you want.
The faces of the beautiful
They will always haunt.
You and I

It's a never changing cycle.
The hair, the clothes
All a macabre facade
to tear through your insides when you have them not.
Can't be told that they aren't worth it.
So fill out the card, ad pick your slot.

Because,
Out of it or not.
Worth it, they are.