I've been lost
A little fucked up
For a couple of years
I'm mostly disassociated
Overplaying all my fears
Yeah you've been making me
So anxious but
So does everyone or everything
So I guess you can call me
A wreck
Call me a liar
Call me unemployed
Sitting by a fake fire
It's a shame we don't get any
Replay buttons
Call me too fucked up
Basket case
Morning bong rips
To the face
It's a shame I can't just
Run it back again
I guess this is slowly
Realizing that
I cant talk to you with confidence
Or suffocate the fact
I'm growing up a tragic
Diary of havok
I'm holding it in
My friends tell me perspective so
I'm trying to see it
The bar and bowling alley
The touchtunes and the old people
Think i'm a
Wreck
Call me a liar
Call me unemployed
Sitting by a fake fire
It's a shame we don't get any
Replay buttons
Call me too fucked up
Basket case
Morning bong rips
To the face
It's a shame I can't just
Run it back again
Run it back!
