Lyrics

What happened to the playground? What happened to the fun? Just rows of beige and brown Until the day is done My eyes, they once were sunny But now they're both destroyed Since when did I need money To feel an inch of joy My brain can't hold this weight I'll cry shining your shoes I'm told to sit and wait But this game, I always lose My eyelids can't stay open I'm sobbing at my screen I'm told to to keep on checking But I just want to scream I have no point in being here Why should i trade love for a career I'm not the shape I'm meant to be I've lost all my geometry The stars once shined down here But they've all seemed to crash The cigar in your mouth makes it clear Drink their blood till they collapse Asking for money every weekend It's gonna drink until there's nothing left Why can't I stay here sprawled on my bed Let's hope this all turns out good in the end Asking for money every weekend It's gonna drink until there's nothing left Why can't I stay here sprawled on my bed Let's hope this all turns out good in the end I have no point in being here Why should i trade love for a career I'm not the shape I'm meant to be I've lost all my geometry