in defense of the delete key

Another day
Spent living in the past talking myself in circles
The sand in my hourglass is slipping through my fingers
Why do I always linger on the words I cannot change
Is today gonna be the day?

I've got one foot off the stool and the other in the grave
And give me one good reason why I shouldn't cave
To the decay in my chest
It's fucking useless
What do I do when I'm so sick of being me?

If I could retrace my steps in the past few years
I'd do it in a heartbeat
Wouldn't shed a tear
To delete expunge
Edit every line
Pick a different ending every single time

I've got one foot off the stool and the other in the grave
And give me one good reason why I shouldn't cave
To the decay in my chest
It's fucking useless
What do I do when I'm so sick of being me?

I've got one foot off the stool and the other in the grave
And give me one good reason why I shouldn't cave
To the voices in my head
They say just do it
What do I do when I'm so sick of being me?

So sick
So sick, oh, ugh

How much longer will I enslave
Myself to this cycle everyday
And these bad habits, I can't break
My failures rerunning perpetually

This routine pain is a memory of who I used to be
And I'm a slave encaged

I've got one foot off the stool and the other in the grave
And give me one good reason why I shouldn't cave
To the decay in my chest
It's fucking useless
What do I do when I'm so sick of being me?

I've got one foot off the stool and the other in the grave
And give me one good reason why I shouldn't cave
To the voices in my head
They say just do it
What do I do
When I'm so sick of being me?