THIS IS FINE.
Everything is burning in the flames
How can I complain when I am doing just the same?
Yeah, no shot!
I just pretend and ignore
While I'm doing all I can to convince my legs to stand
Or to lift a single hand, but all commands have been erased
All of my money to help my focus shift
It didn't help so here I sit, blaming myself for all of this
When I didn't have to
Found a match and I lit it
How the hell have I been? (Okay)
I've been sitting by the Skyrim (for days)
Slowly wasting away to nothing
I built a giant list with all the things I want to change
After countless hours spent
I got distracted, and I never played the game
Yeah that's my life story
God damn I'm so fucking boring
I'm burning through the days
Every week bursts into flames
And the months they keep on melting until I truly feel that
All my years have disappeared
And have been pissed away my money
To help my focus shift
It didn't help so here I sit, blaming myself for all of this
When I didn't have to
I took the match and I lit it
My roots have grown down
My last chance has long gone sailing to an unknown town
Far away from all my failings
I'm on my own now
Left alone, desperately inhaling smoke
Destiny is making jokes
I think that fate has failed me now
My friends are out on my front porch
But I just sit and ignore them
I'm burning through the days
Every week bursts into flames
And the months they keep on melting
Until I truly feel that all my years have disappeared
And nothing's ever gonna change
Is all that's in my name
Burn through all my money to distract me from the pain
Yeah, no shot!
I'm depleted, and I've conceded
Someone from the future must be pissing on my grave
'Cause it always seems to pour every time it fucking rains
Yeah, that's my life story
Yeah, it always seems to pour every time it fucking rains
I'm so fucking boring
I think someone from the future must be pissing on my grave
Yeah, that's my life story
And I've gotta feeling that this shit will never change
Yeah, no shot!
They're breaking down my front door
And I'm face down on the floor
They drag me outside, it's pouring
Does fate speak in metaphors?
How can I complain when I am doing just the same?
Yeah, no shot!
I just pretend and ignore
While I'm doing all I can to convince my legs to stand
Or to lift a single hand, but all commands have been erased
All of my money to help my focus shift
It didn't help so here I sit, blaming myself for all of this
When I didn't have to
Found a match and I lit it
How the hell have I been? (Okay)
I've been sitting by the Skyrim (for days)
Slowly wasting away to nothing
I built a giant list with all the things I want to change
After countless hours spent
I got distracted, and I never played the game
Yeah that's my life story
God damn I'm so fucking boring
I'm burning through the days
Every week bursts into flames
And the months they keep on melting until I truly feel that
All my years have disappeared
And have been pissed away my money
To help my focus shift
It didn't help so here I sit, blaming myself for all of this
When I didn't have to
I took the match and I lit it
My roots have grown down
My last chance has long gone sailing to an unknown town
Far away from all my failings
I'm on my own now
Left alone, desperately inhaling smoke
Destiny is making jokes
I think that fate has failed me now
My friends are out on my front porch
But I just sit and ignore them
I'm burning through the days
Every week bursts into flames
And the months they keep on melting
Until I truly feel that all my years have disappeared
And nothing's ever gonna change
Is all that's in my name
Burn through all my money to distract me from the pain
Yeah, no shot!
I'm depleted, and I've conceded
Someone from the future must be pissing on my grave
'Cause it always seems to pour every time it fucking rains
Yeah, that's my life story
Yeah, it always seems to pour every time it fucking rains
I'm so fucking boring
I think someone from the future must be pissing on my grave
Yeah, that's my life story
And I've gotta feeling that this shit will never change
Yeah, no shot!
They're breaking down my front door
And I'm face down on the floor
They drag me outside, it's pouring
Does fate speak in metaphors?
Credits
Writer(s): Jacob Lee Hughes, Lawrence Douglas Warner Iii, Justin Blake Castro, Cory Lee Castro
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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