How come there's still so much to see?
On this bed of misery
Where I lay and choose to be blinded from
All my responsibilities
Just bottles and all these desperate songs
And a mind of selfish ease
The world is spinning fast outside my window
Why can't I have the fate to leave?
Goddamn this whole thing
I can't believe what I did to me
I'm not, I'm not me
My whole being's burning down and the fire is spreading all across my dreams
I'm not who I wanted to be
And in this chair of malady
It's a tripe melancholy
This staring on the people pa**ing by
Cries for more pretentious poetry
But I can still see that bright-lit tree
Shining deep in me
But how am I supposed to grow it out
If the roots don't want it to be free
Goddamn this whole thing
I can't believe what I did to me
I'm not, I'm not me
My whole being's burning down and the fire is boiling up my childlike dignity
I'm not who I wanted to be
Goddamn everything
I can't believe this is happening
I can't let it be
My whole being have burnt down and from the ashes spawned an endless stretch of that same old misery
It's not how I thought it would be
It keeps happening
It keeps happening
On and on I wonder why
It keeps happening
Can I blame the sun?
Can I blame the moon?
Can I blame the stars?
No we can't blame anything