Self-Medication from Self-Medication by Soloman Crowe

I think im doin okay but please dont hold your breath
i have been here before, if your looking for more, im sorry theres nothing left.
but ill be better next time, atleast i promise to try.
Ive got plans ive got dreams, for a moment it seems everything is alright.
but then i fall thought the floor and i crash into the wall.
i feel good for a while, then i forget how to smile, im not okay after all.

so heres to self medication, heres to self mutilation
old scars and new tattoos, nothing to gain nothing to lose.
im not okay, but ill be alright.

i wrote a suicide note, and turned it into a song.
ive written hundreds of poems and im just letting you know i plan on burning them all.
I drew a picture of god, on my wrist with a knife.
I jumped off of the roof desperately trying to prove i could learn how to fly.

i think im doin okay, i think ill make it this time.
but if i dont make it home, i just want you to know, i kept my promise to try.

• Americana
• Punk
• Rock
• Southern Gothic
• folk punk
• singer-songwriter
• St. Louis