Making Sense

(No, asshole. You shut the fuck up now. It's my turn to talk)
Take your bets on the land
While I leave by sea
Struggling to think about sobriety
Cause maybe then I'd see
This fucking scares me
Wishful thinking, office sitting
Stick stuck in the mud routine
This street is burning
I think I'm turning around
But maybe I'll feel better
When these drinks start kicking in
And maybe I'll get better
When I start to make some
Make some sense of all of this
Making sense of all of this
Making sense of all of this
Never felt so confusing before
I keep struggling to find the time
I don't feel reason and I don't hear rhymes
I just see landmines
Blowing up in my face next time
They won't care when this all fails
But I got tricks up sleeve
So ships might sail
Or i'm just lying to myself again
Maybe our brains work better
When we start to break them in
Yeah, maybe I'll get better
When I start to make some
Make some sense of all of this
Making sense of all of this
Making sense of all of this
Never felt so confusing before
And so it's lights out
If I got it all wrong from the get-go
Jump ship
Think I got it all wrong from the get-go