Done playing games everyday the same and my body been keeping score

Even when you finally get what you want you just end up wanting more

And all of these distractions

Temporary satisfaction

I can't even imagine

What it'd be like if it lasted

Tryna feel something

Tried to smoke it away but the damage, it stays

Now I feel nothing

And I could complain but am I to blame for it all?

Got my head up in the clouds

They want me to come down but it's hard to choose

Life be coming at me fast and they got me doing things I don't wanna do

And all of these distractions

And I'm far from satisfaction

Can't even imagine

Ain't no wonder why I'm losing my passion

Tryna feel something

Tried to smoke it away but the damage it stays

Now I feel nothing

I could complain but am I to blame for it all?

Am I to blame for it all?

Am I to blame for it?

Even if I had tears in my eyes

I bet you wouldn't even notice

I go through the motions

Then you run off and occupy yourself with some more shit

But I stay involved

Don't ask me how much this shit cost

Shit, 'cause all that I know is I make this depression look fashionable, I'm cracking the code

Hope these few hundred bands last, the way I'm tapping my phone

Hope these few hundred bands last, the way I'm spending it all