Shipwreck

Wake up at 7 on Monday
My 9 to 5 life feels like a nightmare
Spend all my money on payday
Send help, I'm losing the plot here

What is left of me?
The pressure has messed up my mind and youth forever, and I still
Get up at 7 on Mondays
I'm buried in work
I'm going nowhere

The truth is I think we're wasting away
I think we're wasting away
And I'm not okay

No I'll never be you
I'd rather drink some toxin
Lock myself in a room
And be forever boxed in
Drowning myself so bad
Till I'm a shipwreck
No I'll never be you
Yeah I got other problems

Breaking my habits to repair my broken heart dies
Send me to rehab
Don't wanna bow down no longer
Detox my life
Yeah don't see that

What is left of me?
Got bitter
It messed up my mind and youth forever, and I still
Wake up at 7 on Sundays
I'm sipping on poison
Need a clean cut

The truth is I think we're wasting away
I think we're wasting away
And I'm not okay

No I'll never be you
I'd rather drink some toxin
Lock myself in a room
And be forever boxed in
Drowning myself so bad
Till I'm a shipwreck
No I'll never be you
Yeah I got other problems

Two-faced
Dancing on tables on weekends
Next step, smoking the devil, forget to repent
Avoid conversations, I don't wanna know
Survived, next drink, 1 2 let's go
Don't make me realise
All the things I left behind
Noose tied to the anchor
This ship's kamikaze suicide

No I'll never be you
I'd rather drink some toxin
Lock myself in a room
And be forever boxed in
Drowning myself so bad
Till I'm a shipwreck
No I'll never be you
Yeah I got other problems



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Writer(s): Phil Sunday
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