[Verse]
I blinked and a week went by
blinked again, it was Thursday
Bet that if I closed my eyes for a second
it’ll be my 28th birthday – fuck!
Motivation has run dry
say “life goes fast” but life ain’t fast
in fact, it’s more like a mudslide
Take me back to when I loved life:
young, dumb and gung ho; pissing rays of sunshine
and everyday was a surprise
with a finger on the trigger of the fun times
‘cause ever since, I’ve lost friends
and become a bit gun shy.
Finger on the pulse to run, hide
stay locked inside ‘til the pain subsides
a few friendships run aground
self-esteem in a downpour
each weekend in the house, on the couch
thinking “I should really get out more.”
Instead, I went to bed;
slept eighteen hours last night
this “bachelor pad” is a river
in which I cast my sad life.
A seat on the train, trained on the window
watching the world just pass by
butterflies become bullets, fingers crossed on a crash
‘cause I’d rather die or soak in rye
then try to forget the past
can’t stand to look in the mirror
without hating what’s in the glass
change the channel, tune out. There isn’t much to see.
No one watches anymore. Nope. Not even me.
I saw my ratings drop like my will to live on
tug of war between life and death
like a game of ping pong.
Spring’s gone; count the year in sitcoms.
I weigh my worth by everything I did wrong
I don’t own enough digits. Yea, I’ll be home for Christmas
Alone and itching in this self-inflicted prison
But-

[Hook]
I'd rather die than draw inside the lines
So I bide my time playing hide n seek
Whether I'm at home,
or you're on your phone
Every single one of us is running

I'd rather die than draw inside the lines
Life is a lie with no apology
Whether I'm at home,
or you're on your phone
Every single one of us is fucked
So I just-

[Bridge]
Work, eat, sleep, repeat (x3)
Sleep, repeat, sleep, sleep

[Verse]
Toes float in a shallow existence
No proof of life or innocence
Caterpillar caught in a chrysalis
Self-arrest lead to false imprisonment – fuck!
You know what? Fuck everything
Falling on my weaponry for a fourth of a century
It’s only gotten worse living separately; co-dependency
Assuming treachery when she ain’t texting me
Say “truth will set you free.” Another lie.
I’d be a butterfly – still a centipede
take me back to “carpe diem”
before this so-called freedom
shots and nachos for breakfast, watching Hulu and Netflix,
abandoning all my friendships.
Just me and my dog sleeping daylight off
Poor puppy. If he could, he’d leave me
‘cause loving me ain’t easy
I don’t know, blame my bad blood
panic attack in the bathtub on my birthday
too much booze, too many mushrooms
and no one here to run to
the walls keep creeping closer.
All I want is sleep but can’t until I’m sober
I’m camper shell over shallow grave
used to think me brave but I’m just a fucking toaster
7-Eleven is my adventure and rarely worth the effort
(Fuck) takes a month to touch the dumpster 40 feet
from my front door. It’s not that I like staying in
just dislike leaving much more. The news is toxic.
“Blood, guts and gore!” That’s dog shit.
The world is such a bore
it’s a chore to chat with strangers.
Always in danger of running into one of my neighbors
so I just stay home and make my own excitement.
There’s a fat party at my place and it’s only me and Ryot

[Hook]

[Bridge]