No more options can't hit restart
as I talk to myself in the dark
wheels spinning repeated
broken down and defeated
again and again
don't know where intrusive worries began
see myself diving out of the van
breaks ripped out noelle screams
another fucked up day dream
again and again
a headache still breathing
wish I was in bed sleeping
stone eyed still breathing
another fucked up weekend
and I know these first world complaints
are just a waste of time
but I keep dragging baggage
filled with nickels and dimes (its the last time)
if I could quit counting mistakes
may id get some piece of mind (but in the mean time)
the more I seem to look the harder it becomes to find
maybe itll work itself out
burn up these burdens stop living with doubt
chalk it up to a phase let these feelings decay
keep on bitching and moaning for now
