Exhausted Love

I'm so goddamn tired, cant tell if I'm done, or just un-inspired and don't give me that you can be somebody speech that ain't your place, let me be I'm an example of a candle lit life with electric relaxation, brain trampled by devotion to remote control channel changin something provoked the whole globe to lower expectations damn, what's wrong with my generation? we was the cream of the crop but it seems we've been robbed that's what happens when you trade in all your dreams for a job and every day it gets less and less exciting I would make a difference but I'm busy faking this instead of trying change my shift from now to never and I'll pretend I'm fine why oh why are we stuck at the shitty end of the assembly line I guess I'm built to be intoxicated with hope sometimes it's a journey, most the time it's just a bad joke and in my scroll there's a junk drawer I can't organize the first to come in last to leave will never be immortalized this sort of life is completely overrated I'm sick of being the only one I know that's trying to make it so right now I'm heading home, got sounds of nature volume one my headphones and half a bottle of prednisone that's the reaction to an overdose of passion brainless, stagnant... aint it magic idea so what? do you have another hour i can borrow same shit, different year I never knew ambition could be so fucking disgusting I earn a good comission but it makes me feel so ugly I'm on some not even knowing I'm an illuminatis just as long as playin aging doesn't disrupt my funerals progress I ain't changin for you I'm not reaching for the sky I would if you could give me one good reason why I should even try because after a while this never ending lame game of what's better could fracture your smiles main frame forever it's so fun to be in love, or so I've heard the meaning has no feeling even though I understand the words I used to try to make heaven right here on earth but that'll only happen if you find someone else to do the work I'll be suprised when my psychosis turns out to keep the driving focus while I hold the same blurred cloud as burnt out dope heads so for now my worthless counterwork has found a purpose everytime a pound of dirt produced I get my frown refurbished two for one specials, if you order shoulder devils head swole running out of petrol but I wont let go of this gas pedal till I'm settled and they finally wed me with that sweet blind security so insecure and messy, mark today the day that dedication died instead of saying goodbye, I'm staying praying that'll I'll stay alive because even though I know I hate to love you so much I got no better place to go, that's why I always show up same shit... different years