what is wrong with me
My life is like an empty tub of ice cream
And never what I wanted it to be
Each morning I awake with aspirations
That crumble every time I go to sleep
Yeah, who I want to be is always changing
My motivation's never standing still
But if I could for once stop waiting to get things done
We'd then aim down the sight, and shoot to kill
So I'll waste a couple hours here
And a couple hours there
I've been doing it for years
And it seems like no one cares
So I'll waste another day
One day closer to the grave
I am running out of time to fill the quota I had made
What is wrong with me?
I'm stuck inside my head it's not too hard to see
I've wasted all I have for way too long to be
I can't get out of bed, but I'm too bored to sleep
What is wrong with me?
What is wrong with me?
Now a lifetime isn't subject to inflation
(A lifetime isn't subject to inflation)
Or the abundant conflict taste of the deceased (ooh ahh)
Now a life falls into what I call the endgame
Where the more you have the more you seem to need
Yeah I wish there was another word for "lazy"
Synonymous with being too afraid (afraid)
A fear that if you show the world just maybe
They'll trample everything you'd ever made
So I'll waste a couple hours here
And a couple hours there
I've been doing it for years
And it seems like no one cares
So I'll waste another day
One day closer to the grave
I am running out of time to fill the quota I had made
What is wrong with me?
I'm stuck inside my head it's not too hard to see
I've wasted all I have for way too long to be
I can't get out of bed, but I'm too bored to sleep
What is wrong with me?
What is wrong with me?
What is wrong with me?
My friends and family think that I'm a prodigy
But I'm stuck between their words like an apostrophe
I never thought my songs would be so hard to sing
What is wrong with me?
What is wrong with me? (what is wrong, what is wrong?)
My friends and family think that I'm a prodigy
(What is wrong, what is wrong?)
But I'm stuck between their words like an apostrophe
(What is wrong, what is wrong?)
I never thought my songs would be so hard to sing
(What is wrong, what is wrong?)
What is wrong with me?
What is wrong with me?
And never what I wanted it to be
Each morning I awake with aspirations
That crumble every time I go to sleep
Yeah, who I want to be is always changing
My motivation's never standing still
But if I could for once stop waiting to get things done
We'd then aim down the sight, and shoot to kill
So I'll waste a couple hours here
And a couple hours there
I've been doing it for years
And it seems like no one cares
So I'll waste another day
One day closer to the grave
I am running out of time to fill the quota I had made
What is wrong with me?
I'm stuck inside my head it's not too hard to see
I've wasted all I have for way too long to be
I can't get out of bed, but I'm too bored to sleep
What is wrong with me?
What is wrong with me?
Now a lifetime isn't subject to inflation
(A lifetime isn't subject to inflation)
Or the abundant conflict taste of the deceased (ooh ahh)
Now a life falls into what I call the endgame
Where the more you have the more you seem to need
Yeah I wish there was another word for "lazy"
Synonymous with being too afraid (afraid)
A fear that if you show the world just maybe
They'll trample everything you'd ever made
So I'll waste a couple hours here
And a couple hours there
I've been doing it for years
And it seems like no one cares
So I'll waste another day
One day closer to the grave
I am running out of time to fill the quota I had made
What is wrong with me?
I'm stuck inside my head it's not too hard to see
I've wasted all I have for way too long to be
I can't get out of bed, but I'm too bored to sleep
What is wrong with me?
What is wrong with me?
What is wrong with me?
My friends and family think that I'm a prodigy
But I'm stuck between their words like an apostrophe
I never thought my songs would be so hard to sing
What is wrong with me?
What is wrong with me? (what is wrong, what is wrong?)
My friends and family think that I'm a prodigy
(What is wrong, what is wrong?)
But I'm stuck between their words like an apostrophe
(What is wrong, what is wrong?)
I never thought my songs would be so hard to sing
(What is wrong, what is wrong?)
What is wrong with me?
What is wrong with me?
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Writer(s): Thomas Legrand Lofgreen
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