epilogue: shift the gears

I was in a coma this morning
Man, it gets old growing
And I'm rolling to this I.V. made of caffeine and ibuprofen
I wanna seize the moment
But I can't even flow with it
Pissing the beer from two nights ago
Party thrown in The District
The shit apartments just down the lane
And frankly I'm impressed I remembered it's name
I got smashed like a grape
And I crashed like a biplane
So pass the shit, man
I gotta bypass this migraine
Get me out of this bed
Fix me; my clouded head
Diseased; I'm dead
And all I can see is brown and red
Those mixed drinks don't mix with meds
So six PBRs instead
Lift please your shot glasses
Sing with me
The chorus, yeah

Oh, where am I going here?
And I'm losing control
And I need to shift the gears
Before this car rolls off the road

I been hacking and coughing
And throwing back a few lozenges
Like I'm popping pills
Never really sick, but I am often ill
I thought I could recover watching Dr. Phil
But I forgot he ain't a doctor
Just a lot of shocks and thrills
I got a real issue with conserving tissue
And I wish I had the strength to continue
But I've been staying up late
Usually drinking and smoking
And contemplating my fate
I guess I'm thinking and hoping
That it'll open my focus
And promote my devotion
But it's leaving me hopeless
And devoid of emotion
Maybe I should take a moment and step back
And get passed the rut that I'm stuck in
I can confess that I've been making excuses
For feeling vacant and useless
Got a couple screws loose up in my brain
And it's proving to be a strain on my existence
Gotta fix this
Or I think that I'll be dead by Christmas
I'm begging forgiveness

Oh, where am I going here?
And I'm losing control
And I need to shift the gears
Before this car rolls off the road