Thrifted Misery

Where do you go when the wishing well's run dry?
Is it better to fade away?
(Or to burn out bright?)
Will I ever be enough for myself?
I'm just thrifted misery in a self-proclaimed hell

(What do you know? What do you know?)
I don't know anything at all
(What do you know? What do you know?)
I'm just on the waiting list to drop dead

How does it feel to be stuck in a fever dream all night
Lost adrift in a masquerade
(Take it all in stride)
Will I ever be enough for myself?
A fraying marionette, a cyclical motel

Watch it all fade far away
A moment, a breath left in today

(What do you know? What do you know?)
I don't know anything at all
(What do you know? What do you know?)
I'm just on the waiting list to drop dead



Credits
Writer(s): Braden Max Willis, Darry Elisha Somersett, Jesse Eugene Ray, Ken Michael Hardy
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