Low

There's a break in the clouds today

For some reason, I ran out of words to say

Life's a bitch, it's a lottery

Not in contention, but I'd love just to believe

All my transgressions what could have been

There's a reason I can't ever seem to fit in

Reality just loves to bring me down

I am exhausted from spinning around and around

I should get out of this wreck I've made

But self-destruction just comes naturally

In the end

I've made my bones I won't keep up with the Jones

And keep your head down low

Keep your head down low

I'm not sure what I couldn't take

Think I ran out of careers to fake again

Dinner parties and a gut full of wine

Come Monday morning, I'll tell myself that I'm fine

I should get out of this wreck I've made

But self-destruction just comes naturally

In the end

I've made my bones I won't keep up with the Jones

And keep your head down low

Maybe my symptom is my enemy

I'm done with all these fucking pleasantries

Bury my bones I'm done with the Jones

And keep your head down low

Keep your head down low

I sit and watch the raindrops fall down the window

I'm tired of waiting for the sun to kiss my skin

I sit and watch the raindrops fall down the window

I'm tired of waiting for the sun to kiss my skin

I sit and watch the raindrops fall down the window

I'm tired of waiting for the sun to kiss my skin

I sit and watch the raindrops fall down the window

I'm tired of waiting for the sun to kiss my skin