| Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
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| Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
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| Yeah
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| I’ve been depressive for far too long
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| Man, this shit is heavy
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| I’m no detective but writing these songs it’s evidently
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| So reflective of every feeling I’ve ever had
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| I’m so receptive to it, maybe I’m more like my dad
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| Then I admit
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| Emotions are a myth
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| This world’s a bag of shit
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| And maybe I should quit
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| 'Cause I haven’t felt nothing in a while
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| I know life is never comfy, so
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| If you didn’t get a partly better day
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| You really wanna die
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| And nothing’s ever changed
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| And you blame yourself
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| Get out your own way
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| And make it rain in Hell
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| I don’t wanna hate myself anymore
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| Wanna live a different life, choose an open door
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| I don’t wanna taste the fountain through a broken straw
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| Want the water to pour over me and nothing more
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| Is that way too much to ask or is that okay?
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| I don’t wanna wish another fucking day away
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| Oh, I know the sun is shining less than yesterday
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| Put my blue up in the sky until it’s not so grey
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| Not so grey, until it’s not so grey
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| Till it’s not so grey, yeah, yeah
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| I never got why my dad would always stay in his bed
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| Now looking back, it was preventing a family death
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| I’m glad he fought all of his demons, I’m happy he won
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| I’m proud to say that he’s alive and the same for his son
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| Take the bad with the good and pray the latter is worth
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| All of the hustling cancels out all of the hurt
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| Even though I never thought that life could ever work
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| I kept it pushing out, I’m looking at it in reverse
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| If I ever have a kid I just hope that he knows
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| He can always open up to me whenever he is low
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| I will never look at him as if to say he’s mad
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| All that it means is that he’s just a bit more like his dad
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| Then he’ll admit
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| Emotions are a myth
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| But life ain’t all that shit, so
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| He will never quit
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| 'Cause I will love him till the day that I die
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| I know life is never comfy, so
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| If you didn’t get a partly better day
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| You really wanna die
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| And nothing’s ever changed
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| And you blame yourself
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| Get out your own way
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| And make it rain in Hell
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| I don’t want to hate myself anymore
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| Wanna live a different life, choose an open door
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| I don’t wanna taste the fountain through a broken straw
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| Want the water to pour over me and nothing more
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| Is that way too much to ask or is that okay?
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| I don’t wanna wish another fucking day away
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| Oh, I know the sun is shining less than yesterday
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| Put my blue up in the sky until it’s not so grey
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| Not so grey, until it’s not so grey
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| Till it’s not so grey
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| (Till it’s not so grey, till it’s not so grey)
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| (Till it’s not so grey, till it’s not so grey)
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| (Till it’s not so grey, till it’s not so grey) |