Holes in My Jeans

I'm in a leaking submarine, engine running out of gasoline Trying my best to patch the holes And when I think I'm done there's always more Oh boy, another work day gone I can't think straight and I can't write songs Telling myself that the future's bright Maybe I could get some sleep at night The photographs on the fridge and the liquor, they'll do for now Wanna scream, shout, did I sit out the games I should have played? Running out the clock, walking round the block At the rock bottom looking up top It's not right having an existential crisis every day I wanna have a plan To carry round with me in my back pocket but there's holes in my jeans God damn what's wrong with me, by now mom and dad had a PHD Never saw what they wanted to see Hoping that they're still proud of me Never been on the same route, keep it straight don't spin out Lost a year's worth of time, maybe now the stars align The photographs on the fridge and the liquor, they'll do for now Wanna scream, shout, did I sit out the games I should have played? Running out the clock, walking round the block At the rock bottom looking up top It's not right having an existential crisis every day I wanna have a plan To carry round with me in my back pocket but there's holes in my jeans I'll sniff it out, I'll come around I'll make it out one of these days All of the nights spent in the fight Don't want the light to fade I'll sniff it out, I'll come around I'll make it out one of these days I'll breathe it in, I'll let it sink Eventually I'll Scream, shout, did I sit out the games I should have played? Running out the clock, walking round the block At the rock bottom looking up top It's not right having an existential crisis every day I wanna have a plan To carry round with me in my back pocket but there's holes in my jeans (Having an existential crisis every day) In my back pocket, but there's holes in my jeans