| I’ve been running out of different ways to pass time
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| The devil’s work is done by idle hands, and I’ve been bored since last night
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| Jump into the whip and start to drive like it’s my last ride
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| Looking for a bridge where I can crash, see if I can fly
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| Hit my head against the wall till I got black eyes
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| Sitting on the sofa, drinking soda, watching plants die
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| It’s stupid, but I’m scared that I might lose it and I can’t cry
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| The devil smells the tears, and he been chilling here, don’t ask why
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| The garbage can be full and hella pizza boxes stacked high
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| Hit the Ativan and now I’m anxious out my damn mind
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| Got 80 grand and clothes and a couple chains and a rad life
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| But all I’m really after was happiness money can’t buy
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| Stressing every second to drop a record my fans like
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| Puking from the pressure, I’m throwing up like some gang signs
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| And standing on the mountain that an average man can’t climb
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| Waiting for an avalanche to landslide
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| I can’t sleep, I’m out of my head
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| I’m losing my mind, and no one understands, whoa
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| And I can’t breathe, I’m over the edge
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| I’m dying inside, I’m afraid how this might end, whoa
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| And I’m running out of ways to fight the bad thoughts I can’t stop
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| Cigarettes are filling up the empty cans and plant pots
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| I try to keep my demons locked away with chains and padlocks
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| They found a way to break out of the cage, and they won’t back off
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| Every day I call my parents: me, my mom and dad talk
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| I tell 'em that I’m fine, but it all changes when I hang up
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| There’s whiskey in the cupboard, I’ve been tryna keep my hands off
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| It’s calling to me every day like, «Come on, Tom, let’s have shots»
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| Mansion’s in my head, I hop the fence into the backyard
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| Looking through the windows and all the rooms that my past taunts
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| Filling up my laptop with last word and chat logs
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| There’s ashes on my mattress 'cause I smoke until I crash hard
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| Think I lost my mind, I’m tryna find it in these sad songs
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| Following my footprints, but the track stopped
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| Fighting with the devil, but he didn’t think I’d last long
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| But I ain’t backing down, I’mma stand strong
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| I can’t sleep, I’m out of my head
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| I’m losing my mind, and no one understands, whoa
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| And I can’t breathe, I’m over the edge
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| I’m dying inside, I’m afraid how this might end, whoa
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| My mind is racing, I’m going crazy
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| I wanna hide in my bed
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| I think that maybe something can save me
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| But I don’t know what that thing is
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| I can’t sleep, I’m out of my head
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| I’m losing my mind and no one understands, whoa
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| And I can’t breathe, I’m over the edge
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| I’m dying inside, I’m afraid how this might end, whoa |