It's just waking up
At eleven o'clock in the morning
It's every bill piled underneath
A compact disc bought ironically
It's that sinking feeling
The constant uncertainty
Burnt out eyes and wonder-whys
Apathy and "dead inside"
I'm just trying to explain
Why nothing feels that good to me
Can't escape the way I feel
Why do I keep
Running away when life gets real?
What's wrong with me?
It's just waking up
At three in the afternoon
Short on time and short on rent
Haunted by your future death
It's the constant nausea
The "never good enough"
It's staying up all fucking night
To watch bad sitcoms that you don't like
I'm just trying to explain
Why nothing feels that good to me
Can't escape the way I feel
Why do I keep
Running away when life gets real?
What's wrong with me?
I'll always be unsatisfied
I'll always be one step behind
Tired lungs exhale, reset the mind
It's when you realize
"You'll never get used to it, you just have to live with it" and get by
I'm just trying to explain
Why nothing feels that good to me
Can't escape the way I feel
Why do I keep
Running away when life gets real?
What's wrong with me?
Can't escape the way I feel
Why do I keep
Running away when life gets real?
What's wrong with me?