St. Charles

The news never says what I'm thinking
I'm thinking that I'll skip town, and stay awake for days
Maybe it's accurate to think nobody wants to hear all the bad shit that someone has to say
I call my friends and I ask to hang out with them
And I am grabbed by the drink in my head
He's always wishing I was dead
So I'll continue sitting around
I don't wanna think about anything
Cause I ruin everything

Maybe I hate the fucking silence
Or maybe I'm just way too tired
Oh what's the point of even trying

This day has got me so defeated
Four more of these and I will lose it
And I don't think I can take it, it's so much easier to lay down
The songs you write have too much meaning
I never wanna hear that sentence
But I gotta fill the verse with something, so I can work out other problems
(Oh, problems)

Maybe I hate the fucking silence
Or maybe I'm just way too tired
Oh what's the point of even trying
And I'm so sick of all the garbage
Filling my mouth when I get lonely
I gotta find some way to talk about it, about it
And I don't want something to hurt me
I made myself beg for mercy
I gotta think about my purpose



Credits
Writer(s): Hayden Mcnulty
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