Made It

Ash out the window of a fucking A4
More bodies on the street than there were before
It's so funny
I just want more money
I can't apply for a job this week or this month or
Maybe this year or ever
Feeling fucked by this sunny weather
Cause now I'll stay inside forever

Feeling like a ghost
My mind flies from coast to coast
I can't deny I miss the world but I still hate it
I guess that's how I know that I made it

I'm not scared, I'm just bored
3AM: I crashed onto the floor
It's not funny
I'm just so ugly
Every wall just responds in disgust
They hate the fact that I'm here all day
And they say it to my face

Feeling like a ghost
My mind flies from coast to coast
I can't deny I miss the world but I still hate it
I guess that's how I know that I made it

The apocalypse is my fault and it always will be
I hope I never treat the ones I love the way I treat myself
Cause it hurts like hell

Feeling like a ghost

Feeling like a ghost
My mind flies from coast to coast
I can't deny I miss the world but I still hate it
I guess that's how I know that I made it



Credits
Writer(s): Ian Traphagen
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