This Might Be It

This might be it

Spend my life singing to my walls

Writing lyrics fit for a pretentious

Know-it-all

This might be it

Maybe my body will give up on me

Just the same as this fucked up country

I'm living in

Life comes at you

No-one to blame

But if the hand is like this

I'm leaving the game

Life isn't a game

And God must be sick

Or some sort of white man

Doing mental gymnastics

Watching me weep

While my string lights

Rock me to sleep

This might be it

How do I stop myself from wanting

To be held, to be healthy

Oh, silly American

I just wanted

A fighting chance

But here I stand

Starving on resilience

Life isn't a game

And God must be sick

Or some sort of white man

Doing mental gymnastics

I don't need to be touched

I don't need to feel good

You don't need science to survive

Just knock on wood

Say"Life ain't fair"

Say"People are good"

Open your mouth

I wish you would

Knowing the risk

There in your blood

Would you just hold me

I wish you would

I wish you would

I wish you would