Sad

Sometimes I doubt if it ever gets better
'Cause I sleep in the same room I've had since I was seven
Having far-fetched dreams of owning a home
While drowning in the depths of my student loans

I'm a grown up kid who can't pay off these debts
I could get a nine to five, but I'd rather be dead
Than crush my soul or, well, what's left of it
And lose all the friends I'm lucky to have

Ain't it sad, ain't it sad
How it could be so much worse
But I think I've got it bad
Ain't it sad
How I beat myself up
Over every feeling I've ever had

One, two, three, four

I've got wishes and things that I want
But limiting all of my beliefs is my default
So I've been crying in the arms of my mother
Said "I'm stuck despite putting one foot in front of the other"

And she told me "go back to therapy"
And I've got my referral, but it's not easy to
Pick up the phone in the state that I'm in
'Cause it's up then it's down
Then it's forward and back again

Ain't it sad
How it could be so much worse
But I think I've got it bad
Ain't it sad
How I beat myself up
Over every feeling I've ever had

I'm still hung up on a girl that I knew
Who wasted my time way back in June
And I wince in the moments she crosses my mind
I keep writing songs about it and hating every line

'Cause love wasn't something I saw for myself
But she led me to believe and then left me on the shelf
And now that I look back: she's nothing I want
But now I can't shake the fear that I was right all along

I was right all along
What if I was right all along
All along, all along
What if I was right
What if I was right

Ain't it sad, ain't it sad
How it could be so much worse
But I think I've got it bad
Ain't it sad
How I beat myself up
Over every feeling I've ever had

All along, all along, all along, all a-
All along, all along, all along, all a-