What Kind Of Living
It's not working anymore
I'm stuck in things I've always done before
I am broken, I am sore
I don't wanna live in here anymore
Whoa, somethin's got to go
I've gone and made myself sick
Smokin' cigarettes
Bein' such a dictator
And sooner or later, I'll die
Nobody there will even think to cry
What kind of living is that?
Whoa, somethin's got to go
What kind of living is that?
Whoa, whoa, yeah
What kind of living is that?
It's not easy being here
I run in circles like I've done for years
I am angry, I am scared
How much more 'til I disappear
Whoa, somethin's got to go
I've gone and made myself ill
Wastin' time
Stuck in years of frustration
I've never been patient at all
I can't run until I learn to crawl
What kind of living is that?
Whoa, whoa, yeah
What kind of living is that?
No-no-no, somethin's got to go
Well, I've gone and made myself sick
Smokin' cigarettes
Bein' such a dictator
And sooner or later, I'll die
Nobody there will even think to cry
What kind of living is that?
No no-no-no no-no
What kind of living is that?
No, no-no-no no-no
What kind of living is that?
What kind of living is that?
What kind of living is that?
I'm stuck in things I've always done before
I am broken, I am sore
I don't wanna live in here anymore
Whoa, somethin's got to go
I've gone and made myself sick
Smokin' cigarettes
Bein' such a dictator
And sooner or later, I'll die
Nobody there will even think to cry
What kind of living is that?
Whoa, somethin's got to go
What kind of living is that?
Whoa, whoa, yeah
What kind of living is that?
It's not easy being here
I run in circles like I've done for years
I am angry, I am scared
How much more 'til I disappear
Whoa, somethin's got to go
I've gone and made myself ill
Wastin' time
Stuck in years of frustration
I've never been patient at all
I can't run until I learn to crawl
What kind of living is that?
Whoa, whoa, yeah
What kind of living is that?
No-no-no, somethin's got to go
Well, I've gone and made myself sick
Smokin' cigarettes
Bein' such a dictator
And sooner or later, I'll die
Nobody there will even think to cry
What kind of living is that?
No no-no-no no-no
What kind of living is that?
No, no-no-no no-no
What kind of living is that?
What kind of living is that?
What kind of living is that?
Credits
Writer(s): Jeff Beres, Ken Block, Andrew Copeland, Mark Trojanowski, Ryan Newell
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