Debts, Doubts, Discouragement
I reach for my car keys before my apartment keys
I think it's my conscience telling me subconsciously to leave
I've been sleeping on a sofa I inherited from my parents
And I'm embarrassed to even admit how many nights I haven't slept
I'm inept and this degree ain't getting me anywhere
But more in debt, in doubt, in crippling despair
I wish I was rich enough to have an addiction
But I can't afford nicotine, I'm in while all my friends are having fun
I've been waking up with bedbug bites and I can't afford to fix it
And every paycheque is getting spent on minimum payments on my debt
And then my rent, and I'm broke again and I'm trying not to let on
That ever since I left home it's all been going wrong
My dreams are keeping me up at night
Red eyes to the ceiling 'til my alarm beckons in the sunlight
Since the day I escaped, I've dreamed of being free
Sometimes it feels like the motions are going through me
Debts, doubts, discouragement
From folks I love and trust and my pessimistic conscience
All my accomplishments
Were so long ago I wonder if they ever happened
Debts, doubts, discouragement
From folks I love and trust and my pessimistic conscience
Nostalgic for imprisonment
Living just to wake up until the day I don't
I reach for my car keys before my apartment keys
I think it's my conscience telling me subconsciously to leave...
I think it's my conscience telling me subconsciously to leave
I've been sleeping on a sofa I inherited from my parents
And I'm embarrassed to even admit how many nights I haven't slept
I'm inept and this degree ain't getting me anywhere
But more in debt, in doubt, in crippling despair
I wish I was rich enough to have an addiction
But I can't afford nicotine, I'm in while all my friends are having fun
I've been waking up with bedbug bites and I can't afford to fix it
And every paycheque is getting spent on minimum payments on my debt
And then my rent, and I'm broke again and I'm trying not to let on
That ever since I left home it's all been going wrong
My dreams are keeping me up at night
Red eyes to the ceiling 'til my alarm beckons in the sunlight
Since the day I escaped, I've dreamed of being free
Sometimes it feels like the motions are going through me
Debts, doubts, discouragement
From folks I love and trust and my pessimistic conscience
All my accomplishments
Were so long ago I wonder if they ever happened
Debts, doubts, discouragement
From folks I love and trust and my pessimistic conscience
Nostalgic for imprisonment
Living just to wake up until the day I don't
I reach for my car keys before my apartment keys
I think it's my conscience telling me subconsciously to leave...
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Writer(s): James Martens
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