I stare out windows and wonder
What it's like outside like I lack the ability to find
The motivation to carry me to the door
Think I'll just smoke some more
Holding tight, searching aimlessly
For something that doesn't exist
But I'll just keep trying
To hold my breath
A little bit longer
What the heck?
I'm at the corner of f*ck this and everything else
And I'm not asking for help but
I feel like I just got my ass kicked
In a bare knuckle boxing match I didn't stand a chance in
The last few months just seem to drag on and on and on and on
I mix overthinking and sad car rides
What could possibly go wrong?
Burned out bright, yearning shamelessly
For love in every 80s flick
So we'll keep implying we're not depressed
Until it all collapses
What the heck?