Sometimes I wanna take the car out on the road Flip it into park and smash myself into a million little pieces I'm tired of knowing what about myself is wrong But never mustering up the resolve to really try and change it I walk outside and people say hey And sometimes I just wanna say: Hey, go away, go away
So I guess I better stay inside I've read that if you just sit in a chair And think of focusing your nervous energy On the beauty of breathing You could live a life of real tranquility But I just thought of every stupid thing That's been keeping me from sleeping I close my eyes and it won't go away I plug my ears but they're ringing out Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey!
It keeps me from believing That maybe someday the thing will work Maybe I won't feel like a jerk Maybe the words I say will stop coming out weighted Maybe someday I'll want to breathe and Maybe the people that I meet won't lead to a certain future Where I'm betrayed and I'm so jaded
And that's why I'm so fucking sad
Compositor: Jeffrey Ernest Rosenstock (Jeff Rosenstock) ECAD: Obra #30692272