False Punk - The World Fell Out of a Hole in My Pocket lyrics

Running late, going nowhere Revolving around my problems Ace of Spades shooting blanks, accelerating downward Tried to make mistakes just so I could solve them I'm running out of breath but no one hears me talking I am living behind Squawk, squawk, squawk, everyone is gawking f**, f**, f**, I'm running out of coffee One small step for garbage, one giant leap for trashcans One foot forward the other stuck in quicksand High on the supply with an utter lack of demand Can someone please tell me what's the plan? I've got problems, you've got problems We've got problems, they've got problems Well, go solve them