Average

Waking up on the covers, feet under the pillow
For the third or fourth or fifth afternoon in a row
With my clothes on with my phone dead
With radio static filling my head

My friends are like "We went to costco, we had a glass of wine"
I'm like, "I only barely escaped doing time"
They have a membership, they have self-control
I'm working a shovel at the bottom of a deep hole

An average person's rock bottom is my average weeknight
Never know how I got to bed or who turned out the light
But I feel fine, maybe unnerved
But definitely better than I could possibly deserve

My friends just chill; they're buying furniture and paying phone bills
And I'm still crushing up pills
They have a game plan, they have life goals
I'm working a shovel at the bottom of a deep hole

I drink water
I'm scared of consequences
And man, I feel them coming
With all my spidey senses
I'll try to face them
I'll try to be brave
I will not be dug out
I will not be saved

I'll keep pushing limits 'til I find my boundaries
And when I do, it will probably fucking kill me