Running out of Options
Look at the mess we've made
It always seems to go this way
But at least we can say we tried
Even though we all know that's a lie
A lie
I got a whole lotta problems
And I don't know how to solve them
(Maybe I should use this revolver)
I got a hole in my conscious
(Maybe I should feed it something toxic)
Feeling like I'm running out of options
(Feeling like I'm running out of options)
I'm running out of options
I've lost it
I've lost it
I'm running out of options
I've lost it (we're losing him)
I've lost it (maybe I should)
Maybe I should talk to a therapist
Someone that can hear me
Every time I try to talk to someone close (someone near me)
They don't hear me (they don't hear me)
Yeah, they don't really hear me (yeah, they don't really hear me)
Look at all this anxiety
It never seems to match reality
And it feels like we're dying inside
Turn off the lights, run away and hide
And hide
I got a whole lotta problems
And I don't know how to solve them
(Maybe I should use this revolver)
I got a hole in my conscious
(Maybe I should feed it something toxic, toxic)
(Maybe I should, maybe I should)
(We're losing him)
I'm running out of options
I've lost it
I've lost it
I'm running out of options
I've lost it (we're losing him)
I've lost it (maybe I should)
Maybe I should talk to a therapist
Someone that can hear me
Every time I try to talk to someone close (someone near me)
They don't hear me (they don't hear me, clearly)
Yeah, they don't really hear me
This little light of mine
I can't seem to make it shine
This little light of mine
Slowly burned out over time
This little light of mine
Lost its flame inside of me
This little light of mine
It's no longer mine
I'm running out of options
I've lost it
I've lost it
I'm running out of options
I've lost it (we're losing him)
I've lost it (maybe I should)
Maybe I should talk to a therapist
Someone that can hear me
Every time I try to talk to someone close (someone near me)
They don't hear me (they don't hear me, clearly)
Yeah, they don't really hear me (yeah, they don't hear me)
(I'm running out of-)
(Shock advised)
(Push to shock)
Clear!
Doctor, I think we're going to be okay
It always seems to go this way
But at least we can say we tried
Even though we all know that's a lie
A lie
I got a whole lotta problems
And I don't know how to solve them
(Maybe I should use this revolver)
I got a hole in my conscious
(Maybe I should feed it something toxic)
Feeling like I'm running out of options
(Feeling like I'm running out of options)
I'm running out of options
I've lost it
I've lost it
I'm running out of options
I've lost it (we're losing him)
I've lost it (maybe I should)
Maybe I should talk to a therapist
Someone that can hear me
Every time I try to talk to someone close (someone near me)
They don't hear me (they don't hear me)
Yeah, they don't really hear me (yeah, they don't really hear me)
Look at all this anxiety
It never seems to match reality
And it feels like we're dying inside
Turn off the lights, run away and hide
And hide
I got a whole lotta problems
And I don't know how to solve them
(Maybe I should use this revolver)
I got a hole in my conscious
(Maybe I should feed it something toxic, toxic)
(Maybe I should, maybe I should)
(We're losing him)
I'm running out of options
I've lost it
I've lost it
I'm running out of options
I've lost it (we're losing him)
I've lost it (maybe I should)
Maybe I should talk to a therapist
Someone that can hear me
Every time I try to talk to someone close (someone near me)
They don't hear me (they don't hear me, clearly)
Yeah, they don't really hear me
This little light of mine
I can't seem to make it shine
This little light of mine
Slowly burned out over time
This little light of mine
Lost its flame inside of me
This little light of mine
It's no longer mine
I'm running out of options
I've lost it
I've lost it
I'm running out of options
I've lost it (we're losing him)
I've lost it (maybe I should)
Maybe I should talk to a therapist
Someone that can hear me
Every time I try to talk to someone close (someone near me)
They don't hear me (they don't hear me, clearly)
Yeah, they don't really hear me (yeah, they don't hear me)
(I'm running out of-)
(Shock advised)
(Push to shock)
Clear!
Doctor, I think we're going to be okay
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Writer(s): Dustin Edward Medeiros, Ryan Dean Hakker
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