Everything's better when I'm not okay When it's colder and I can't feel my eyelids And the nights are saturated with apathy and wasted breath
And we're all upset Because we're aiming for a life that we'll never get The journey's riddled with inadequacies And more commonly, less than intermediate stories And all I've got to look forward to on Friday nights Is four hours of dying lights
I've spent countless days Assuming things will work out fine But things are coasting downhill So I suppose that I'll give up on trying I'm not sure, but I'd say I'm probably ninety percent That my time could've been more productively spent Gotta put myself back together but it's Way too early for me to tell whether it's just me
It's been two months and I'm getting restless I keep forgetting to shave and I haven't seen myself in weeks And it doesn't matter that it's freezing I'm going out, I'll smoke and drink whatever I want And we're all upset Because we're aiming for a life that we'll never get The journey's riddled with inadequacies And more commonly, less than intermediate stories And all I've got to look forward to on Friday nights Is four hours of dying lights
I've spent countless days Assuming things will work out fine But things are coasting downhill So I suppose that I'll give up on trying I'm not sure, but I'd say I'm probably ninety percent That my time could've been more productively spent Gotta put myself back together but it's Way too early for me to tell whether it's just me
They've romanticised suicide They've made it so trivial But no one wants to talk about the underlying issues This grey area won't get coloured in But it's not important just as long as it keeps beneath the skin