Lyrics

My better days are getting worse And I feel lost and so alone So I lay and wait for the pills to take And the will to live hits my bones Existence these days is just a curse And I'm always well beyond tired Making less and less on the progress Of my ambition long expired Fuck, I am so shitty and so selfish that it hurts I know half a million people who've probably had it worse Serve me upon your silver platter Like the holy head of a locust eater Jaded ain't evеn the word I never askеd to be a part of this show We focus only on the absurd And twist villains out of unhatched heroes Now, I'm very versed in the language of snaps When a sudden sound can destroy my peace And if I had some semblance of stability Perhaps I'd feel just a little at ease