Giving up is hard when giving in is still the option

Especially when the end seems to justify the means

One last time becomes one more time more often

Final cut is falling apart behind the scenes

Creatures of habit don't care what happens

Long as the serotonin keeps a flowing

Brain casting static, become one with mattress

It's easier to focus in slow motion

You win some you lose some

And I'm on a streak

Regardless of outcome

The future's looking bleak

No direction or paddle

Six miles up shit's creek

Hard to eat hard to sleep

Hard to breath, it's killing me

It's killing me

Fears amplified I'm now complicating and dividing

Walking a fine line between

Debating and of fighting

I can not find time

It's too frustrating coinciding

The exit sign shines

Illuminating and inviting

You win some you lose some

And I'm on a streak

Regardless of outcome

The futures looking bleak

No direction or paddle

Six miles up shit's creek

Hard to eat hard to sleep

Hard to breath, it's killing me

It's killing me