what is wrong with me

My life is like an empty tub of ice cream

And never what I wanted it to be

Each morning I awake with aspirations

That crumble every time I go to sleep

Yeah, who I want to be is always changing

My motivation's never standing still

But if I could for once stop waiting to get things done

We'd then aim down the sight, and shoot to kill

So I'll waste a couple hours here

And a couple hours there

I've been doing it for years

And it seems like no one cares

So I'll waste another day

One day closer to the grave

I am running out of time to fill the quota I had made

What is wrong with me?

I'm stuck inside my head it's not too hard to see

I've wasted all I have for way too long to be

I can't get out of bed, but I'm too bored to sleep

What is wrong with me?

What is wrong with me?

Now a lifetime isn't subject to inflation

(A lifetime isn't subject to inflation)

Or the abundant conflict taste of the deceased (ooh ahh)

Now a life falls into what I call the endgame

Where the more you have the more you seem to need

Yeah I wish there was another word for "lazy"

Synonymous with being too afraid (afraid)

A fear that if you show the world just maybe

They'll trample everything you'd ever made

So I'll waste a couple hours here

And a couple hours there

I've been doing it for years

And it seems like no one cares

So I'll waste another day

One day closer to the grave

I am running out of time to fill the quota I had made

What is wrong with me?

I'm stuck inside my head it's not too hard to see

I've wasted all I have for way too long to be

I can't get out of bed, but I'm too bored to sleep

What is wrong with me?

What is wrong with me?

What is wrong with me?

My friends and family think that I'm a prodigy

But I'm stuck between their words like an apostrophe