Day 39/167
La, la, la, la
La, la, la, la
La, la, la, la
La, la, la, la
I don't wanna read the script
I just need to introspect
Maybe I was born for this
Or maybe it's mental illness
Time is moving way too fast
I can't hold on to you or the past
Maybe I was born for this
Or maybe I'm a fucking mess
La, la, la, la
La, la, la, la
Maybe I'm a fucking mess (la, la, la, la)
La, la, la, la
La, la, la, la
La, la, la, la
La, la, la, la
Been a weird year
Glimpses of reality I fear
Jeans feel pretty weird
Sunlight burns right through my gear
Day is 39
Miss the smell and the skyline
The things that you are saying
Don't make sense in this realm, no
I don't wanna read the script
I just need to introspect
Maybe I was born for this
Or maybe it's mental illness
Time is moving way too fast
I can't hold on to you or the past
Maybe I was born for this
Or maybe I'm a fucking mess
La, la, la, la
La, la, la, la
Maybe I'm a fucking mess (la, la, la, la)
La, la, la, la
La, la, la, la
La, la, la, la
La, la, la, la
Bills stuck in the mailbox
Pizza boxes left behind
Bills are left unpaid
But everyone got a slice
Still, he doesn't care
Every night out for a beer
Now his father's dead
So he goes out even more often
'Till everybody in this city is dead
I don't wanna read the script
I just need to introspect
Maybe I was born for this
Or maybe it's mental illness
Time is moving way too fast
I can't hold on to you or the past
Maybe I was born for this
Or maybe I'm a fucking mess
La, la, la, la
La, la, la, la
La, la, la, la
La, la, la, la
Wanna go back (la, la, la, la)
I can't go back (la, la, la, la)
Please take me back (la, la, la, la)
I wanna go back though (la, la, la, la)
I can not go (la, la, la, la)
No, I can't go (la, la, la, la)
I wanna go (la, la, la, la)
But no I can't go, no (la, la, la,, la)
I wanna go (la, la, la, la)
I wanna go (la, la, la, la)
Please, let me go (la, la, la, la)
Just please, let me go (la, la, la, la)
I don't wanna read the script
I just need to introspect
Maybe I was born for this
Or maybe it's mental illness
Time is moving way too fast
I can't hold on to you or the past
Maybe I was born for this
Or maybe I'm a fucking mess
La, la, la, la
La, la, la, la
La, la, la, la
La, la, la, la
La, la, la, la
La, la, la, la
La, la, la, la
La, la, la, la
La, la, la, la
La, la, la, la
La, la, la, la
I don't wanna read the script
I just need to introspect
Maybe I was born for this
Or maybe it's mental illness
Time is moving way too fast
I can't hold on to you or the past
Maybe I was born for this
Or maybe I'm a fucking mess
La, la, la, la
La, la, la, la
Maybe I'm a fucking mess (la, la, la, la)
La, la, la, la
La, la, la, la
La, la, la, la
La, la, la, la
Been a weird year
Glimpses of reality I fear
Jeans feel pretty weird
Sunlight burns right through my gear
Day is 39
Miss the smell and the skyline
The things that you are saying
Don't make sense in this realm, no
I don't wanna read the script
I just need to introspect
Maybe I was born for this
Or maybe it's mental illness
Time is moving way too fast
I can't hold on to you or the past
Maybe I was born for this
Or maybe I'm a fucking mess
La, la, la, la
La, la, la, la
Maybe I'm a fucking mess (la, la, la, la)
La, la, la, la
La, la, la, la
La, la, la, la
La, la, la, la
Bills stuck in the mailbox
Pizza boxes left behind
Bills are left unpaid
But everyone got a slice
Still, he doesn't care
Every night out for a beer
Now his father's dead
So he goes out even more often
'Till everybody in this city is dead
I don't wanna read the script
I just need to introspect
Maybe I was born for this
Or maybe it's mental illness
Time is moving way too fast
I can't hold on to you or the past
Maybe I was born for this
Or maybe I'm a fucking mess
La, la, la, la
La, la, la, la
La, la, la, la
La, la, la, la
Wanna go back (la, la, la, la)
I can't go back (la, la, la, la)
Please take me back (la, la, la, la)
I wanna go back though (la, la, la, la)
I can not go (la, la, la, la)
No, I can't go (la, la, la, la)
I wanna go (la, la, la, la)
But no I can't go, no (la, la, la,, la)
I wanna go (la, la, la, la)
I wanna go (la, la, la, la)
Please, let me go (la, la, la, la)
Just please, let me go (la, la, la, la)
I don't wanna read the script
I just need to introspect
Maybe I was born for this
Or maybe it's mental illness
Time is moving way too fast
I can't hold on to you or the past
Maybe I was born for this
Or maybe I'm a fucking mess
La, la, la, la
La, la, la, la
La, la, la, la
La, la, la, la
La, la, la, la
La, la, la, la
La, la, la, la
La, la, la, la
Credits
Writer(s): Pacome Gendreau, Fran Vasilic
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