Walk off the tour
Went home and relapse
These times are hard
It feels like I'm stuck in a jar
Have no intention to stay
Or even moved out from the bed
Call it depression
This all motivation
Tired of seeing eyes
Tired of hiding lies
Tired of driving around
From losing myself
Tired of seeing eyes
Tired of hiding lies
Tired of driving around
From losing myself
I'm just an awkward misfits
Sleeve full of tattoos
That septum piercing
Feel any pain
I'm here for an ok time
This flight, I gotta sleep
I gotta sleep
