Lyrics A SERIES OF UNFORTUNATE EVENTS - Ryan Oakes

A SERIES OF UNFORTUNATE EVENTS

Fucked up, think that I’m on the last straw
Drunk text, I’ll regret after last call
I need some space, wishing that I could blast off
'Cause nowadays any buzz doesn’t last long
I’m down for the count
Always counting me out
Wishing that I could bounce
Right back, but the amount
Of hate, it made me drown
I’m in need of a trial
While they were chasing clout
My head was in the clouds
Trynna find some fucking peace of mind
In this shitty paradigm
With an overfull, basic design
And it’s really no surprise
(That I thought when I was rich, maybe I’d be my happiest)
(I made a quarter-million and I couldn’t buy happiness)
I used to think that life was out to get me
I hated everything, over and over again
Thought the world wanted to forget me
I couldn’t count up all of the time that I spent
Feeling sorry or playing the victim
Wasting every day to wallow around in my dread
But I guess it can get addictive
(A series of unfortunate events)
Maybe I was someone that was shitty in a former life
And karma came around, full circle, I was mortified
A gaining alcoholic, maybe that shit could be borderline
But I don’t need a therapist to tell me that there’s more to life
I just need somebody that can give a little comfort
Say that I’m so fucking bright when it were me they gettin sunburnt
Not somebody out the woodwork when I’ve put in all the lumber
And this shit is working out and my career is getting buffer (fuck that)
People switching up and shedding they snakeskin (fuck that)
You fix the puzzle and you’ll see the world shapeshift (fuck that)
And now they’re crawling back when they see the facelift
I’m better off without 'em and it’s time that they face it, ugh
I used to think that life was out to get me
I hated everything, over and over again
Thought the world wanted to forget me
I couldn’t count up all of the time that I spent
Feeling sorry or playing the victim
Wasting every day to wallow around in my dread
But I guess it can get addictive
(A series of unfortunate events)
All the tears I’ve shed
(All the tears I’ve shed)
All the times my breath
(All the times my breath)
Lost all its strength
I came back stronger instead
(Stronger instead)
I used to think that life was out to get me
I hated everything, over and over again
Thought the world wanted to forget me
I couldn’t count up all of the time that I spent
Feeling sorry or playing the victim
Wasting every day to wallow around in my dread
But I guess it can get addictive
(A series of unfortunate events)