Good Luck Have Fun

All I've got left in me is guilt and cold air

Caught in my lungs, my body's bruised and getting pale

I guess we really are all built to fail

Strung out on money and the search of being happy

Coming up short on both

Losing any sense of self growth

Oh, good grief

I can't be bothered by my own beliefs

It feels like letting myself down

Is the only thing that makes me feel complete

So, so, long, farewell

See you in hell

By then I'll probably figure out how to live with myself

Or at least admit, I'm not over it

'Cause breaking promises and burning every bridge

Got me hanging off the ledge again

Oh, good grief

I can't be bothered by my own beliefs

It feels like letting myself down

Is the only thing that makes me feel complete

I can't seem to give a good Goddamn

About a thing besides who people think I am

As if leaving my hometown

Would be the only thing that'd make me feel unique

And this isn't what I meant

When I said I needed rest

It feels like I let you down

Like I failed some kind of test

No, this isn't what I meant

But we're past that point I guess

Seems like nothings gonna

Turn out like it does in my head

This isn't what I meant

This isn't what I meant

This isn't what I meant

This isn't what I meant