Stuck in the Booth

(Yeah)
Laying at the top of my bed my eyes too red
Thoughts got me tapping my head I got too many
Everything else is pretend I got no friends
Tried to fix myself tried to mend didn't that end

Poorly what am I supposed to do
The floor reeks of what I been going through
It's gory but shit it's the truth
The story is I'm stuck in the booth

I've got shit to do
Why can't I move
I think my brain went smooth
I need some help my dude

I've got shit to say
Why can't I just talk straight
Too much is on my plate
Why don't I run away

Man I wish I had a new bed, some head, and some bread
Wish my shoes weren't made out of lead that shit depress-
Sins in the back of my head man
Sins get the fuck out my head man

I always knew that you weren't a friend man
I always knew I would regret that
I wish I never picked up the pen man
I wish I never signed at the end man

I've got shit to do
Why can't I move
I think my brain went smooth
I need some help my dude

I've got shit to say
Why can't I just talk straight
Too much is on my plate
Why don't I run away

I know I'm not that great
I know I got bad taste
But I won't seal my fate
That'd be a massive waste

I know I'm not that great
I know I got bad days
But I won't seal my fate
That'd be a massive waste

I've got shit to do
Why can't I move
I think my brain went smooth
I need some help my dude

I've got shit to say
Why can't I just talk straight
Too much is on my plate
Why don't I run away

Why won't you listen to what I'm going through
How'd we get so confused
I don't need that
I don't need