If This is Living the Dream, Then I Want to Wake Up
each day is the same, burdened by self doubt. the hope fades and the fear stays. my body keeps locking me up but I want to crawl out. spilling coffee and makeup on the floor. I don't know how I even live here anymore. clumsy fucker with her head in the clouds. can't even say my opinions out loud. it never even feels like the weekend anymore. if this is living the dream, then I want to wake up. you're noticing that I've become so flawed. you can't fix me I'm already gone. you tell me I should get closer to god. I just can't cling to things that don't look me in the eye. all that held meaning for me, all that had some sort of purpose has slipped through the cracks and I don't know why I'm doing this. your taste is stuck to the roof of my mouth. a wretched aftertaste that I can't get fully out. and I've got the cigarette burns on my arm to remind me that I don't make good choices anymore. I'm fading away and I don't care. buried in the ground, no need for air. I'm fading away and I don't care. buried by myself, no need for air.
Гуру Песен