Washout

I didn't go out today

I won't go out tomorrow

I'll just sit at home

And wallow in my sorrow

Have you got some hope I can borrow

I used to think so big

I used to talk so bold

Am I giving up, am I getting old?

How'd I get so low?

No I think life owes me more

And I'm going to

Pick myself up off the floor

'Cause I want the fucking glory

Wash out go wash out

I'm feeling I'm feeling like a motherfucking failure

I wanna know how everyone survives

The day jobs and debts

Not enough for rent and wounded sex

What the fuck is next

So hard to accept

How do I get by

I've been bought and sold

Seen hot and cold

Been bored and ignored

Seen no reward for 10 years of my youth

And the long line of bastards

Waiting to see me pack it in

Now I know I'll never win

Crawling under my skin,

Just amplify in my fuzzy fucked up mind