Statistics

I'll never find a job
And i'll never learn how to talk to anyone
I am just a slob
Fucking myself over just for fun

I miss putting things in my veins
Cause there's nothing that quite feels the same
And i'll never feel that feeling again
At least that's what i tell myself

Cause the statistics say i will
And it's waiting for me patiently
On the corner of the street
In a black man's hand
In a black car with a black window tint

I always feel tired
I don't remember lots of conversations
I don't like feeling wired
I wanna drip like condensation

I miss putting things in my veins
Cause there's nothing that quite feels the same
And i'll never feel that feeling again
At least that's what i tell myself

Cause the statistics say i will
And it's waiting for me patiently
On the corner of the street
In a black man's hand
In a black car with a black window tint