Letras
Working like
Fifty hour weeks
I hope to god that
This stress won't kill me
I barely eat
I barely sleep
Why would you think
I have the time to worry
A young man sits
And thinks about life
Broken pieces of it
Under his passenger seat
A young man waits
And looks up at the light
Breaks the shit out of it
Before he gets up and leaves
I don't want to look at this
In a bad way forever
I just want to talk to myself
Feel normal or whatever
Wait for like
Ten Joyce Manor songs
Leave and you'll never
Fucking notice i'm gone
The depressions not seasonal
(IT'S EVERY FUCKING WAKING MOMENT)
A dumb man tries
To be the best in the room
He does nothing right
He just ruins the mood
A dumb man dies
His friends said he was great
They forget in a year
Everything GOES BACK THE SAME
I don't want to look at this
In a bad way forever
I just want to talk to myself
Feel normal or whatever
I don't want to look at this
In a bad way forever
I just want to talk to myself
Feel normal or whatever