Do What I Hate
I'm not
Too far
Too far gone yet
Black tears
Burnt years
Misplaced regrets
What a heavy burden god has laid
On mankind
I do what I hate
Do what I hate
All the time
All the time
All the time
All the
I'm not here to watch tv & then die
Like some kind of nihilist
But I'm scared, I guess
Of what's out there, beyond the world
Where I act like nothing matters
All too regularly
But baby I'm just so tired right now
My eyes
Are too heavy
To see what to chase
And my limbs
Are unresponsive
They just long to waste
Enough of the time
I have on this earth
To take you to mars
So I can't
Not quite
So I just can't
It's too long to wait
I do what I hate
(Do what I hate, I do what I)
I'm not here to watch tv & then die
Like some kind of nihilist
But I'm scared, I guess
Of what's out there, beyond the world
Where I act like nothing matters
All too regularly
But baby I'm just so tired right now
I'm not here to walk around
In twelve depressing circles (months)
But I'm desperate
For something real to change
One of these days I'll
Become who I was meant to be
And fly around the world thirteen times
And it'll be all right
Too far
Too far gone yet
Black tears
Burnt years
Misplaced regrets
What a heavy burden god has laid
On mankind
I do what I hate
Do what I hate
All the time
All the time
All the time
All the
I'm not here to watch tv & then die
Like some kind of nihilist
But I'm scared, I guess
Of what's out there, beyond the world
Where I act like nothing matters
All too regularly
But baby I'm just so tired right now
My eyes
Are too heavy
To see what to chase
And my limbs
Are unresponsive
They just long to waste
Enough of the time
I have on this earth
To take you to mars
So I can't
Not quite
So I just can't
It's too long to wait
I do what I hate
(Do what I hate, I do what I)
I'm not here to watch tv & then die
Like some kind of nihilist
But I'm scared, I guess
Of what's out there, beyond the world
Where I act like nothing matters
All too regularly
But baby I'm just so tired right now
I'm not here to walk around
In twelve depressing circles (months)
But I'm desperate
For something real to change
One of these days I'll
Become who I was meant to be
And fly around the world thirteen times
And it'll be all right
Credits
Writer(s): Jonah Christiaan Myers
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