Tired.

I love sleeping, but I hate waking up
And it always feels like time is running out
You may ask what time is running out for
And I'll shrug

I'm afraid of made-up numbers on clothing tags
And the way the fabric falls on my skin
Skin that's done its job, skin that's done its best
Just trying to keep my organs in

I've been playing guitar for 10 years
And I still think I'm shit
Is the potential still wasted
If it wasn't there to start with?
I didn't ask for any of this

You may ask me how I am
And it's awkward to say that I'm not sure
'Cause truthfully I didn't think that I'd make it this far
Didn't think that I'd see 24

And it's not so much about wanting to die
As much as not wanting to be alive
Feeling kinda tired, of feeling kinda tired
All the time

'Cause I've been playing guitar for 10 years
And I still think I'm shit
Is the potential still wasted
If it wasn't there to start with?

I didn't ask for any of this
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Credits
Writer(s): Aimee Rose Keenan
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