Running out of gas and out of depressing things to say
What am I supposed to when every day still feels the same?
Though I know I'm not alone in fucking up
Foggy memories still make the deepest cut
Would it be just the same if I sunk into a couch?
The screen eats my brain, tapes up my fucking mouth
Despite the aching to turn the hands of time
I stare at the floor, stand in crowds so I can hide
Just peel myself off the ground and pour a glass of help
Inching further and further foward, stash these feelings on a shelf
Plans they fall apart, forfeit through false starts
Replacing missing parts
I'm always waiting
My mind's doing laps, the faults flood through my head
Try to let go of explenations left unsaid
Leave the guilt to smolder in a cloud of dust
Keep on moving so this pipe dream doesn't bust
A little bit of light sometimes shines right through the cracks
Lights a spark under my ass, I'll wipe these footprints off my back
What would it take for these mistakes just to die?
A bed I make for my own sake
Just to buy some time