This American Life

Album cover art for "This American Life" by Painted Zeros

Painted Zeros - Rock, Alternative Pop

This American Life

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Lyrics

Morning slips into my bed Wake up so tired I feel dead Obsessive thoughts in my head And I've already taken all my meds The dawn feels like a sigh I don't know if I'm alive It's hard to tell as daytime Becomes confused with night time There's just never enough time I'm always tired It's hard to make the most of being so lucky When I feel like a ghost most of the time We walk outside into the yard Get in the car and drive north I used to love looking at stars, but I don't care anymore Exhale smoke to our eyes So tired of life, so scared to die I'm working every day now $laving to a wage now It drives me insane how hopeless I feel I'm going to die someday, and that should be okay Because that's how it is That's how it goes And to combat feeling depressed I take comfort in my smallness I try not to fixate on this loss But I can't help these thoughts, these thoughts… They happen every day now In almost every minute They happen when I want them, and when I don't I'm missing, and these moments only make me lonely They only make me wish I could go back home

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Credits

Writers
  • Katie Lau