Waking up at the crack of noon
Reminiscing of the times I'm waking up with you
I should leave, sell my sh**, make some kind of moves
I'm lying to myself, I never leave this f**ing room
I gotta pile of sh** I haven't addressed, head is a mess
Check the 'scrip bottles, see if any are left
There's nothing,nowhere. well let's not even go there
I'm lucky if I wake up, let alone care
'Cause there's a fine line from who I am and who I wanna be
Amazed at what I find when I look within honestly
Honestly, it feels like I'm waiting to die
Watch the days pa** by, what's it mean to be alive?
And I've been k**ing time, going to bed with the sunrise
I got this feeling I won't make it to twenty-five
It's a far cry, know we all got hard times
But these long nights got me feeling like I wanna die
Leave my body by the liquor store
I'm an a**hole, let me die slow
It's too late for me, can't you f**ing see
I dug my own grave, let me f**ing be
Leave my body by the liquor store
I'm an a**hole, let me die slow
It's too late for me, can't you f**ing see
I dug my own grave, let me f**ing be
Don't even try to feed me all that "life is what you make it"
Pull up to your 9-to-5 and smile or try to fake it
But when you're in your bed alone I know you f**ing face it
One day you'll meet your maker and you'll see your life was wasted
The reaper creeping slow, I know you see him when you dreaming
You posted at a party but he's in the dark scheming
And you keep telling me that life has some sort of meaning
So sorry if I'm pessimistic but I don't believe it
I'm a f** up, motherf**er
I'm sick of tryna find myself in others
I'm sick of seeking love, I'd rather suffer
I'm sick of life, I put that on my mother
Yeah I'm a f** up, motherf**er
I needed you, you left me in the gutter
The saddest part is that I really loved her
On a sinking ship, I wave as I go under
Leave my body by the liquor store
I'm an a**hole, let me die slow
It's too late for me, can't you f**ing see
I dug my own grave, let me f**ing be
Leave my body by the liquor store
I'm an a**hole, let me die slow
It's too late for me, can't you f**ing see
I dug my own grave, let me f**ing be
I'm a f** up, motherf**er
I'm sick of tryna find myself in others
I'm sick of seeking love, I'd rather suffer
I'm sick of life, I put that on my mother
Yeah I'm a f** up, motherf**er
I needed you, you left me in the gutter
The saddest part is that I really loved her
On a sinking ship, I wave as I go under