Stress in the Jar

You're not fond of me

And you're tearing me apart

You're killing me and I just can't give up

Walking in the sand

In an altered state of mind

Try to clear your head

For the sake of being here

AC doesn't work, but we've done the hard part

Sunscreen on your nose, or the lack there of it

You're not fond of me

And you're tearing me apart

You're killing me and I just can't give up

You're not fond of me

And you're absolutely right

If I stop now I won't recover

The feeling never stops

Feeling so on edge

Rattle in my head

And the itch that I can't reach

AC doesn't work, but we've done the hard part

Sunshine on my face (when I wake up)

You're not fond of me

And you're tearing me apart

You're killing me and I just can't give up

You're not fond of me

And you're absolutely right

If I stop now I won't recover

But the chemicals we had

Well they won't affect us yet

So we put them in our heads and wonder why were coughing

As we stomp on fractured glass

And our hearts are still intact

The chemicals aren't bad unless you think about it