Pity me or bury me
I think I might have a problem
This world will spit you out
And leave you without a clue
So I'll regret and you'll forget
But maybe that's the point of living
Because I can't think of anything else I'd rather do
I can't think of anything else I'd rather do
I can barely hold my breath
If there's no reason to wake up tomorrow
I keep spending all my time
Trying not to fall behind
It gets to be a drag
Hanging around all day