I feel like garbage

It doesn't mean that I'm wasted

Tell me if you can taste it

On my mouth, when I'm screaming at you so damn loud

I feel like dying, I don't know why

I'm not trying to feel better

Don't tell me it's always about the weather

Can you tell that my shoes are too big on my feet?

Seeing you makes my boots so damn heavy

There's pictures of you on the wall of my room

That I haven't taken down yet, what if they could summon you?

And I'm trying so hard to be mad

But so far I'm just really fucking sad

Can you tell that my shoes are too big on my feet?

Seeing you makes my boots so damn heavy

And I am so lonely in this big city

And everybody's so damn busy

And I am so lonely in this big city

And everybody's so damn busy

And I am so lonely in this big city

And everybody's so damn shitty

I feel like garbage

I don't mean that I'm wasted

Tell me if you can taste it

On my mouth, when I'm screaming at you so damn loud

I feel like dying, I don't know why

I'm not trying to feel better

Don't tell me it's always about the weather

Something nice about knowing everyone feels hopeless

No one wants to think that they are all alone in this