There's a place,
Under the stairs,
Where I keep all of the things better left unsaid.
A dusty floor and a squeaky door.
But here's the thing, I'm not insane,
I'm just not the same man I used to be.
I think I've been here before.
I feel that same shit coming on.
The long lost kid from a memory,
I f*cking wish he wasn't me.
I've spent the last ten years trying to keep it in the ground
But there's a fissure in the facade that's been keeping my head bound
And I'm trying to find out why I can't get any rest
I'm sick of lying to myself all over again
But the thoughts go on and on and on in my head and I'm starting to get scared of my bed
In a place i never thought I'd be again
Maybe I'm missing the point
Maybe it's cause of this big fat joint
I don't wanna be here anymore,
I don't like the way you look at me
Then he woke up and it was just a dream
Another reason why he can't find sleep
A Self loathing unfulfilling prophecy
Tired of wishing it wasn't me
Just cause I f*cking hate my job,
You may think that I'm a slob,
What's the point of all the pain
If it'll only stay the same
But i think I'm finally learning that there's more to me than you'll ever see.
I wish that I could f*cking see,
All of the good you see in me
I wish that I could f*cking stop,
Wishing I would stop
And just stop."