Broken/Get Off Your Ass

Somebody lay your hand on me
Somebody lay your hands upon my head
I'm broken
Fate hates me, but it will not break me down, no
Maybe it's not my fault
So I'll stay alive long enough to relearn how to walk

Didn't say much, but you said enough
Well, I miss you so much I've forgotten how to fall
People feed their brains with weed and crushed up powdered poppy seeds
No one seems to know
We breathe and blow until we glow and crack and bleed, that's when we know
That we've had enough
That we've had enough
Well, I was thinking about life last week
Thinking about how I'm at my peak

Sitting there staring at the ceiling made me realize I am unappealing
So I better get off my ass and write a couple songs
Meet a few people and go to Hong Kong
In this life, I hope you've been taught
That life may be hard, but living is not

(Living's not hard now, baby Life may be hard now)

I don't know if there's a better way for me to spend my time on earth
If I don't see what it offers me how can it all be worth it?
I'm no good at much else
But singing songs, strumming poems is better than a real job

So I better get off my ass and write a few songs
Meet a few people and smoke a few bongs
In this life, I know you've been taught
That life may be hard, but living is not
Living is not,
(Living is not hard now, baby)
(Move one foot in front of the other now)
(Just keep on rolling along now, yeah)
Oh, you better get off that ass and write a few songs
Meet a few people and smoke a few bongs
In this song, I hope you've been taught
That life may be hard, but living is not

Somebody lay your hands on me
Somebody lay your hands upon my head
(I'm Broken)