Broken/Get Off Your Ass

Somebody lay your hand on me Somebody lay your hands upon my head I'm broken Fate hates me, but it will not break me down, no Maybe it's not my fault So I'll stay alive long enough to relearn how to walk Didn't say much, but you said enough Well, I miss you so much I've forgotten how to fall People feed their brains with weed and crushed up powdered poppy seeds No one seems to know We breathe and blow until we glow and crack and bleed, that's when we know That we've had enough That we've had enough Well, I was thinking about life last week Thinking about how I'm at my peak Sitting there staring at the ceiling made me realize I am unappealing So I better get off my ass and write a couple songs Meet a few people and go to Hong Kong In this life, I hope you've been taught That life may be hard, but living is not (Living's not hard now, baby Life may be hard now) I don't know if there's a better way for me to spend my time on earth If I don't see what it offers me how can it all be worth it? I'm no good at much else But singing songs, strumming poems is better than a real job So I better get off my ass and write a few songs Meet a few people and smoke a few bongs In this life, I know you've been taught That life may be hard, but living is not Living is not, (Living is not hard now, baby) (Move one foot in front of the other now) (Just keep on rolling along now, yeah) Oh, you better get off that ass and write a few songs Meet a few people and smoke a few bongs In this song, I hope you've been taught That life may be hard, but living is not Somebody lay your hands on me Somebody lay your hands upon my head (I'm Broken)