The Living Tombstone

Hit the Snooze

The Living Tombstone


Stuck, I am home same as always
Hit the snooze, what's the point, one more Monday
I have lost all control and I'm stuck in this hole
I am trapped and I'm waiting for someday

I can't sleep I'm awake but distracted
Sick of crisis becoming protracted
Feeling stuck in my room scrolling through endless doom
In one permanent panic reaction

Lost track of time sometime last year
Isolated confined for the next year
Tryna do what I can with the hand that I'm dealt but
I'm starting to crack under pressure

Call your friends and comment on the weather
Learn to knit, make some bread, what's your pleasure?
Going out of my head fuckin' wish I was dead
'Cause at least I would know that it's over

I am
Starin' at the walls I think I'm gonna go insane
I'm fighting every instinct in my stupid fucking brain
I'm an ordinary guy caught in extraordinary pain
Ask me how I'm holding up, and I will gleefully exclaim
It's still the same

Trapped, no more time, no more freedom
No more weeks, no more months, no more seasons
Every day is the same and I just can't reclaim
Any sense of the rhyme or the reason

Saw a pal post a pic from Ibiza
They're just doing whatever they please-a
Try to swallow my rage, I unfollow his page
Drink a beer, cry it out, order pizza

Trains of thought are all leading to nowhere
No way out, if there was, I would go there
Do I have any friends, will I still when this ends?
Do they all think that I'm just a let-down?

Every time that I cough have a meltdown
Wash my hands, check my pulse, wipe my house down
Is this living at all I can't even recall
Life before I was stuck in this nightmare

I am
Starin' at the walls I think I'm gonna go insane
I'm fighting every instinct in my stupid fucking brain
I'm an ordinary guy caught in extraordinary pain
Ask me how I'm holding up, and I will gleefully exclaim
It's still the same

Happy
I just want to be happy
I cry instead of laughing
I lie awake just waiting
I spend my life just staying
Inside instead of saying
To my friends how I'm sorry
They tell me to be happy
Be happy

Maybe
My friends all call me lazy
Behind my back they act like
They all completely know me
Or maybe I'm just crazy
Not everything's about me
I'm in a downward spiral
Go back to sleep and smile

And just hit the snooze
Hit the snooze
Hit the snooze
Hit the snooze
Hit the snooze

Fuck!

Compositores: Yoav Shalom Landau, Samuel Haft (The Living Tombstone)
ECAD: Obra #39478436

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