Something More

I look at the world like something else And put my pieces on the shelf My tattered heart lays on the floor Oh breathing's such a chore I wish it would get simple at night Cuz I feel the pressure of getting it right And when I feel everything simmer inside I just feel I could decline anytime And there's no, telling where I go And I know, I should move slowly But I'm so, sick of these lows And every time I get away they're like "Hello, Hello" I look at the world like something else And put my pieces on the shelf My tattered heart lays on the floor Oh breathing's such a chore I'll fuck around and lose all my teeth From biting down on what's underneath And my fingers bleed, and my jaw is sore There's gotta be something more Then working up all my courage to get up out of bed And falling behind every time I ever get ahead And replaying everything that I have ever said Just to see that it never works how I intend Wish I could push play And see how it goes And if it's my way And if I'm happy I chose To change up my state of mind Instead of just choosing to stay inside I look at the world like something else And put my pieces on the shelf My tattered heart lays on the floor Oh breathing's such a chore I'll fuck around and lose all my teeth From biting down on what's underneath And my fingers bleed, and my jaw is sore There's gotta be something more