Life Cycle
Take 2
It's a life cycle
Repeating, repeating, repeating, repeating
Where do I go?
I cannot find my home
When I was 5
I gave up on my height
When I was 8
I pictured suicide
I'm alright
Some punishment for lying
I swear I'm fine
Can't you feel my grey-blue eyes singing
(Fear the end of the life cycle)
I just want a warm bed
Where I can go to sleep in
I just want to curl up
I'll rent a catacomb or something
I just need a comfy bed
And a little more common sense
I should make a hole
A spot to lay when I'm low
I learned to strum
At 14 years of age
I lost my mind seven
Years ago to this very day
I've loved a lot
Or so I thought that I did
Well, just the one
She's trying to shut the lid
(Fear the end of the life cycle)
I just want a warm bed
Where I can go to sleep in
I just want to curl up
I'll rent a catacomb or something
I just need a comfy bed
And a little more common sense
I should make a hole
A spot to lay when I'm low
A spot to lay when I'm low
A spot to lay when I'm low
Once I was 16
I met the enemy, sobriety
Then at 18
A witch must've cursed me
Then there was
The 365 of close but no cigar
Now 21
I live out of my car
It's a life cycle
But I stayed alive
Dread 22
Dread 22
I'll hate 23
I'll break 24
Diminish 25
Then soon 26
Later 27
But after 27
What's next?
What's next?
Next
Next
Next
Next
What's next?
Next, next, next, next, next
It's a life cycle
Repeating, repeating, repeating, repeating
Where do I go?
I cannot find my home
When I was 5
I gave up on my height
When I was 8
I pictured suicide
I'm alright
Some punishment for lying
I swear I'm fine
Can't you feel my grey-blue eyes singing
(Fear the end of the life cycle)
I just want a warm bed
Where I can go to sleep in
I just want to curl up
I'll rent a catacomb or something
I just need a comfy bed
And a little more common sense
I should make a hole
A spot to lay when I'm low
I learned to strum
At 14 years of age
I lost my mind seven
Years ago to this very day
I've loved a lot
Or so I thought that I did
Well, just the one
She's trying to shut the lid
(Fear the end of the life cycle)
I just want a warm bed
Where I can go to sleep in
I just want to curl up
I'll rent a catacomb or something
I just need a comfy bed
And a little more common sense
I should make a hole
A spot to lay when I'm low
A spot to lay when I'm low
A spot to lay when I'm low
Once I was 16
I met the enemy, sobriety
Then at 18
A witch must've cursed me
Then there was
The 365 of close but no cigar
Now 21
I live out of my car
It's a life cycle
But I stayed alive
Dread 22
Dread 22
I'll hate 23
I'll break 24
Diminish 25
Then soon 26
Later 27
But after 27
What's next?
What's next?
Next
Next
Next
Next
What's next?
Next, next, next, next, next
Credits
Writer(s): Zac Mercure
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