WASTED
I've been sick of feeling in the way (way)
Waiting while my life never falls into place (falls into place)
Wishing everything didn't taste (taste)
So bitter when it sounds so sweet
When you say that
This is life
Everybody fucked up, saying
"It's alright"
But the world's too quick
Now you're stuck inside
And attempt to commit social suicide
Our bottle pounders committing atrocity
Like if this gets me high enough I'll finally have some space
Or just some distance from these
Problems that I don't wanna face
That get so far from all this shit no one stops to say
"How the fuck you feeling?"
I ain't really dealin' with this shit too well
(Dealin' with this shit too well)
I'm not a demon
I'm a person trying to get through hell
(Person trying to get through hell)
You only wanna hear me out until it gets too real
The truth is bitter as the coating on these little pills
(Coating on these little pills)
Yeah
I've been sick of feeling in the way
Waiting while my life never falls into place
Wishing everything didn't taste
So bitter when it sounds so sweet
When you say
Every word that I know
Is falling back into hell
On my own, on my own
It's going right down the drain
It's all in my head (head)
It's all in my head
You're leaving me wasted
I don't wanna feel like I should give up (I should give up)
But everyone I love is so fucked up (so fucked up)
Always trying to fill up my cup (my cup)
I'll be pushing daisies until I rot (until I rot)
The shame I feel when I explode
The shame that I feel when I explode
Like a love that you need that don't ever get old
Everyone I love is fucked up
Every word that I know (every word)
Is falling back into hell
On my own, on my own
It's going right down the drain
It's all in my head
It's all in my head
You're leaving me wasted
Waiting while my life never falls into place (falls into place)
Wishing everything didn't taste (taste)
So bitter when it sounds so sweet
When you say that
This is life
Everybody fucked up, saying
"It's alright"
But the world's too quick
Now you're stuck inside
And attempt to commit social suicide
Our bottle pounders committing atrocity
Like if this gets me high enough I'll finally have some space
Or just some distance from these
Problems that I don't wanna face
That get so far from all this shit no one stops to say
"How the fuck you feeling?"
I ain't really dealin' with this shit too well
(Dealin' with this shit too well)
I'm not a demon
I'm a person trying to get through hell
(Person trying to get through hell)
You only wanna hear me out until it gets too real
The truth is bitter as the coating on these little pills
(Coating on these little pills)
Yeah
I've been sick of feeling in the way
Waiting while my life never falls into place
Wishing everything didn't taste
So bitter when it sounds so sweet
When you say
Every word that I know
Is falling back into hell
On my own, on my own
It's going right down the drain
It's all in my head (head)
It's all in my head
You're leaving me wasted
I don't wanna feel like I should give up (I should give up)
But everyone I love is so fucked up (so fucked up)
Always trying to fill up my cup (my cup)
I'll be pushing daisies until I rot (until I rot)
The shame I feel when I explode
The shame that I feel when I explode
Like a love that you need that don't ever get old
Everyone I love is fucked up
Every word that I know (every word)
Is falling back into hell
On my own, on my own
It's going right down the drain
It's all in my head
It's all in my head
You're leaving me wasted
Credits
Writer(s): Curtis Steve Martin, Jeff Anton Thompson
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