The Stress

I hope someday we can say with meaning
That things aren't weird between you and me
Or him and them or the people in the middle
We're all in so deep sometimes we compete to come up to breathe
And this year has seen such shake-ups
And wake-up calls some of us will make a choice to ignore
I'm gonna lay in this bed I've made for a little while more

She's still on my mind almost all of the time
And where we'd be if I could've been a little more fine
But our bad days both could get a little out of hand too easy
I guess one of us just had to draw a line
I guess I'll see you in two weeks' time

But everyone's so burnt out
Burnin cigarettes at both ends
And falling over incidents
I swear are trivial at best
So why do we still feel the stress?

Now I'm adjusting to not needing something up my nose to function
It gets like that sometimes, you know, but it's all under control
Cos I refuse to be the kind of waste of potential we've all seen
Too many times by now

So everything is fine
Even when it's fucked
If I try to be okay
Can I still call you when I'm stuck
And Scott Morrison is back in
So it just might be too late
To care so much about everything
And so to compensate
We'll rail pills and stay up late
Yeah we'll do drugs and stay up late

But everyone's so burnt out
Burnin cigarettes at both ends
And falling over incidents
I swear are trivial at best
So why do we still feel the stress?