Sad (Vending Machine)

Do you ever ask yourself when you’re alone

What am I even doing? Is anything in my life moving?

Am I stuck in the mud?

Do you ever think to yourself when you’re alone, how could somebody ever love me?

Do you ever get tired of living, tired of trying?

I don’t, I don’t, but I'm lying

Life is a vending machine and I'm out of quarters

and everybody else got something sweet but

Mine is out of order

Do you ever sit and daydream about - what if it had all worked out?

And where would I be now, if the pieces had fit?

Do you ever write novels about all that could happen?

And I'm not saying in a good way - it’s rolling down your face

Can’t help it but, I'm crying

Life is a vending machine and I'm out of quarters

and everybody else got something sweet but

Mine is out of order

Break me out of this mood

Talk me down, I'm so blue

I'm so blue, but it’s just a mood

Feels like

Life is a vending machine and I'm out of quarters

and everybody else got something sweet but

Mine is out of order