I've been thinking 'bout death a lot And how strange that it must be To play the game for 50 years or so, then disappear completely What the fuck Nobody knows what's going on An idea I can not go long Without remembering that the train of thought goes On and on and on This conversation's gone too long I understand that I'm a mess But I'm not ready to address it yet ♪ And how the hell do I deal with this? The endgame's looking grim I'm so caught up in all this bullshit that I don't know where to begin Is this my fault? (My fault) I can't feel the things I used to It's getting harder not to lose you whenever I freak out And all my thoughts loop On and on and on This conversation's gone too long I understand that I'm a mess But I'm not ready to address it yet (I understand that I'm a mess) (But I'm not ready to address it yet) ♪ Each night, it's harder to fall asleep (Can't fall asleep) than the one before I swear I'll stay up and sit in my bed (Sit in my bed) 'til I find out what I'm here for 'Til I find out what I'm here for I'll find out what I'm here for (here for) Can't figure out what I'm here for (here for) Yeah, maybe I was created to continue moving On and on and on This conversation's gone too long I understand that I'm a mess But I'm not ready to address it yet I understand that I'm a mess But I'm not ready to address it yet