| Cut down on sitting down
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| I’m tired of having nothing in my head
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| I tried to reason with myself and came off better for it
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| I’m overwhelmed by a sense of apathy
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| And underwhelmed by any urgency
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| Why do we do this?
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| I’m so sick of finding out
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| The things I fixed are broken now
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| I’m still sick of seeing how
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| Easy it is to be uninspired
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| Don’t need another warning sign
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| To tell me that we’re losing time
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| I’ve grown into this skin of mine
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| Like every other person I know
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| And I hope for better days
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| Late night, hard floorboard pain
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| I hope we see through the other side
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| I hope for better than this
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| And I don’t feel like I’m slowing down
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| I’m just sick and tired of burning out
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| And everyone my age is far ahead
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| I’m disengaged
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| I’m not tired of sleeping on the floor
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| I’m not blind to think there’s something more
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| I’m not fine but at least I don’t ignore
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| The way we’ve all still grown
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| I’m not tired of sleeping on the floor
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| I just wanna know when it ends
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| Don’t need another warning sign
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| To tell me that we’re losing time
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| I’ve grown into this skin of mine |