I Wrote This At a Christmas Party
Hiding in a corner, showing nobody my face
Everybody's realizing that I'm just a disgrace
I fuck with their heads, they fuck with mine back
The logic people follow makes me feel like I'm wack
At the end of the day, its all just words
So why do I get yelled at whenever I say f###
Now I'm sitting with my guitar, repeating the same three chords
When I try to branch out, my roots find a way to get stuck
Suicide Sundays get harder every holiday
Everybody's happy while I'm slowly killing my brain
It sucks, I might as well start digging my own grave
Cause I'm not gonna try to live through another depressing day
Dad died, everything's been shit since that happened
It was supposed to be the same as every other weekend
Now here I am, slowly coming to depend
On the demons in my closet and everything that they've ever said
I'm done with repeating
Every self-deprecating truth when no one listens to me
I might as well start hanging from the branches of a dead tree
I can't cope, can't choke, can't hope for my life to get any better
I've got no more respect for anyone who lies about my values
Get the fuck out of my life, my minds started to go bitter
My minds just a battle field filled with dreams I can't help but abuse
Suicide Sundays get harder every holiday
Everybody's happy while I'm slowly killing my brain
It sucks, I might as well start digging my own grave
Cause I'm not gonna try to live through another depressing day
Dad died, everything's been shit since that happened
It was supposed to be the same as every other weekend
Now here I am, slowly coming to depend
On the demons in my closet and everything that they've ever said
Sorry that I'm not sorry, I just cant give a fuck
Why cant you just realize that ive gone through enough
I'm scatter-brained, and it feels like times wasting
I'm still stuck in my pit of self-deprecation
Dad, can you hear me?
Dad, would you hate me?
I've turned into everything you despised
Something that cant look his own mother in the eyes
I'm something worse than a demon, ive fallen further than hell
I'm still hanging by a thread, guess its better than a rope
And if you ask how I'm feeling and actually need me to tell
Then ill look you in the eyes and say that I'm still filled with hope
Suicide Sundays get harder every holiday
Everybody's happy while I'm slowly killing my brain
It sucks, I might as well start digging my own grave
Cause I'm not gonna try to live through another depressing day
Dad died, everything's been shit since that happened
It was supposed to be the same as every other weekend
Now here I am, slowly coming to depend
On the demons in my closet and everything that they've ever said
Stop comparing me to my dad
Why waste your breath on something like that?
Nineteenth of July, twenty-nineteen
Since then, what's the point to keep on living?
Everybody's realizing that I'm just a disgrace
I fuck with their heads, they fuck with mine back
The logic people follow makes me feel like I'm wack
At the end of the day, its all just words
So why do I get yelled at whenever I say f###
Now I'm sitting with my guitar, repeating the same three chords
When I try to branch out, my roots find a way to get stuck
Suicide Sundays get harder every holiday
Everybody's happy while I'm slowly killing my brain
It sucks, I might as well start digging my own grave
Cause I'm not gonna try to live through another depressing day
Dad died, everything's been shit since that happened
It was supposed to be the same as every other weekend
Now here I am, slowly coming to depend
On the demons in my closet and everything that they've ever said
I'm done with repeating
Every self-deprecating truth when no one listens to me
I might as well start hanging from the branches of a dead tree
I can't cope, can't choke, can't hope for my life to get any better
I've got no more respect for anyone who lies about my values
Get the fuck out of my life, my minds started to go bitter
My minds just a battle field filled with dreams I can't help but abuse
Suicide Sundays get harder every holiday
Everybody's happy while I'm slowly killing my brain
It sucks, I might as well start digging my own grave
Cause I'm not gonna try to live through another depressing day
Dad died, everything's been shit since that happened
It was supposed to be the same as every other weekend
Now here I am, slowly coming to depend
On the demons in my closet and everything that they've ever said
Sorry that I'm not sorry, I just cant give a fuck
Why cant you just realize that ive gone through enough
I'm scatter-brained, and it feels like times wasting
I'm still stuck in my pit of self-deprecation
Dad, can you hear me?
Dad, would you hate me?
I've turned into everything you despised
Something that cant look his own mother in the eyes
I'm something worse than a demon, ive fallen further than hell
I'm still hanging by a thread, guess its better than a rope
And if you ask how I'm feeling and actually need me to tell
Then ill look you in the eyes and say that I'm still filled with hope
Suicide Sundays get harder every holiday
Everybody's happy while I'm slowly killing my brain
It sucks, I might as well start digging my own grave
Cause I'm not gonna try to live through another depressing day
Dad died, everything's been shit since that happened
It was supposed to be the same as every other weekend
Now here I am, slowly coming to depend
On the demons in my closet and everything that they've ever said
Stop comparing me to my dad
Why waste your breath on something like that?
Nineteenth of July, twenty-nineteen
Since then, what's the point to keep on living?
Credits
Writer(s): Braxton Hunt-nissen, Seth Bennett
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