Cushion The Blow

Feel so burnt out, feet are killing me

I've aged five years in the past two weeks

Cinematic dreams are eluding me

I'm emptied out, need to be refilled

Cushioning the blow to the ego

Cushioning the blow to the ego

Kicked in the door, can't keep down a thought

I'm paranoid, sick of my own voice

Life cheque to cheque to cheque is draining poise

Cheque, cheque, cheque, cheque, cheque, cheque

Did I turn blunt? Drown in the noise

Cushioning the blow to the ego

Cushioning the blow to the ego

I'll tell you some things you won't like

I'll tell you some things you won't like

I'll tell you some things you won't like

The type that keeps you up at night

Don't wish for someone else's life

You don't know what it's like inside