Cycles

I went down to the corner store
What would it hurt to overdraft once more?
I buy a wrap and smoke myself to sleep

What would it take to feel again?
Well I'm just asking for a friend
Who'll rot away until they up and die

'Cause day to day it's all the same
You say my name but I'm not listening

I went to my psychiatrist
And painted scenes of a nihilist
He shirked it off and sent me on my way

So then I went to the corner store
What would it hurt to overdraft once more?
I buy some shit and cry myself to sleep

'Cause day to day it's all the same
You call my name but I'm not listening at all
I bang my head against the wall to feel some type of way

My brain feels so alien
And you'd say, "Why aren't you talking again?"
'Cause all I'm good for's la-da-da da-da

And I feel best when I waste away
Poisoning my liver and brain
With cycles saying life is on its way

When day to day it's all the same
You scream my name but I'm not listening at all
I bang my head against the wall to feel some type of way
I did back as a kid when suffering was an abstract
Not the sea that swallowed me
Swallowed me
Ahhhhhhhh
Ahhhhhhhh