Lyrics

I don't feel like going anywhere tonight Keep my shoes untied you know where to find me If you can't be clever then you must be kind Just another line that I read on the marquee I don't feel like leaving my garage today An acquired taste the asbestos is lovely Got a broken heater and a microwave And Hot Pocket stains on the ceiling above me I'm so congested festive all of the time Another backseat driver toeing the line M-M-M-Mary messaged me and said that my hair looks nice But Mary doesn't know that I might wanna die Die Die The pressure to smile is wearing me thin And the high that I'm chasing is making me winded The lows that I feel leave me in my homestead Depression is a demon, my best friend on my deathbed Robby told me that I'd never be comfy There's a chip on my shoulder, on my back there's a monkey Up against the wall, punching life in the chin I was born to lose but when I die I'll win, I guess (Die) Dear grim reaper (Bless me with one million) Take me under (Reasons not to live again) To the ether (Reaper come and rescue me) To my slumber (I want to be happy) Dear miss Mary (Bless me with one million) I'm so sorry (Reasons not to live again) You are too good (Reaper come and rescue me) Too good to me (I want to be happy)
Writer(s): Bryan James Sammis, Chris Blair, Samuel Grant Beresford, Olen Matthew Kittelsen Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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