V. Out of Bed

The sun is setting
Still haven't gotten
Out of Bed

And I'm regretting
The things I could've
Done instead

Wishing I was dead
Body heavy like lead
But this melody
In my head

It makes me get up
It makes me feel better
When I wanna give up
And living don't matter

I pick up these strings
Press on these keys
Till every single thought
In me leaves

I've given up
Done nothing all day
The hunger starts
Feelings begin to fade
And then a tune
Stuck on replay
I've got to get it out

Cause it makes me get up
It makes me feel better
When I wanna give up
And living don't matter

I pick up these strings
Press on these keys
Till every single thought
In me leaves

You ain't nobody
No cap
They got everything
You slack
Sit around
While you watch 'em grow
To own the game and
You just
Fall back

You ain't nothing but shit
Bitch
Walkin' round with that
Limp wrist
Do you even lift weights
Bitch
Your potential's been wasted

Bury 'em
Bury 'em
Bury 'em deep
Bury 'em
Cause if I don't
I'll just sleep
Bury 'em
Cause if not, then the whole day
Will be spent in bed
Wasting away

Wasting away til I'm nothing
Wasting away til I'm nothing
Day into night like it's nothing
Day into night like it's nothing

Every single minute
Of every day
I see it pass by
And then go away
Ain't doing anything
With all this time
But writing some music
With a bit of rhyme

And I know it isn't enough
I don't love myself enough
Living like this isn't fun
Existing like this is
A cunt