Human - Acoustic
I always fear that I'm not living right
So I feel guilty when I go to church
The pastor tells me I've been saved, I'm fine
Please explain to me why my chest still hurts
I spent 4,000 on the Mart McFlys
But I'm still petrified of going broke
There's someone gorgeous in my bed tonight
But I'm still petrified that I'll die alone
I'm just so sick of being human
I'm just so sick of being human
I'm just so sick of being human
I'm just so sick of being...
Oh na, na, na-na, oh, nay
Ooh, ah-ah, aye
My mother calls, I have no time to talk
But I can find the time to drink and smoke
Took 15 hits 'til I can barely walk
I threw up on the lawn, I can't find my phone
I got no guts to tell the one I love
That she's the reason that I wrote this song
And that's some coward shit, I know it's sus
But Lauren call me when you hear this song
I'm just so sick of being human
I'm just so sick of being... human
I'm so sick of being human
I'm just so sick of being...
Oh na, na, na-na, oh, nay
Ooh, ah-ah, aye
See, I got GPS on my phone
And I can follow it to get home
If my location's never unknown
Then tell me why I still feel lost
Tell me why I still feel lost
See, I got GPS on my phone
And I can follow it to get home
If my location's never unknown
Then tell me why I still feel lost
Tell me why I still feel
Tell me why I still feel
Tell me why I still feel
Tell me why I still feel human
Tell me why I still feel
Tell me why I still feel
So I feel guilty when I go to church
The pastor tells me I've been saved, I'm fine
Please explain to me why my chest still hurts
I spent 4,000 on the Mart McFlys
But I'm still petrified of going broke
There's someone gorgeous in my bed tonight
But I'm still petrified that I'll die alone
I'm just so sick of being human
I'm just so sick of being human
I'm just so sick of being human
I'm just so sick of being...
Oh na, na, na-na, oh, nay
Ooh, ah-ah, aye
My mother calls, I have no time to talk
But I can find the time to drink and smoke
Took 15 hits 'til I can barely walk
I threw up on the lawn, I can't find my phone
I got no guts to tell the one I love
That she's the reason that I wrote this song
And that's some coward shit, I know it's sus
But Lauren call me when you hear this song
I'm just so sick of being human
I'm just so sick of being... human
I'm so sick of being human
I'm just so sick of being...
Oh na, na, na-na, oh, nay
Ooh, ah-ah, aye
See, I got GPS on my phone
And I can follow it to get home
If my location's never unknown
Then tell me why I still feel lost
Tell me why I still feel lost
See, I got GPS on my phone
And I can follow it to get home
If my location's never unknown
Then tell me why I still feel lost
Tell me why I still feel
Tell me why I still feel
Tell me why I still feel
Tell me why I still feel human
Tell me why I still feel
Tell me why I still feel
Credits
Writer(s): Michael Bernard Fitzgerald, Jon Levine, Lauren K Evans, Brian (ca) West
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