senescence

Seventeen and a half, I had the world in my hands

Worried sick how time ticking faster as I look back

Something you learn is nothing's ever going to last

Along the road it doesn't always go according to plan

And now I'm

Drunk on a Monday morning

Run, when it rains it's storming

Numbing the pain, I'm soaring

Nothing is that important

Waste my days writing songs that I will never record

Knowing it'd be different if wasn't so insecure

Now I slave away my nights at the liquor store

Knowing I'd be somewhere else if I'd apply myself more

But what for

Instead I'm

Drunk on a Monday morning

Run, when it rains it's storming

Numbing the pain, I'm soaring

Nothing is that important

Drunk on a Monday morning

Run, when it rains it's storming

Numbing the pain, I'm soaring

Nothing is that important