I can't take care of myself Calling for help Calling for you And you Stare back at me In clear despair Say why are we here Applied to a steady job So I could pay bills How is that so Overtime well spent Smoking breaks were heartfelt In a blue-collar cage And my therapist said We are not born in sin But I'm a mess and he's a passenger too And we'll lose it to the fewest of few As I try to resist The stolen kiss I am buried away No one's gonna come No one's gonna save us now It's all up to you Whatever you do Why are we here Where do we go from here?