Got an interview on Saturday
Hoping that things will change
But I think I'll stay the same
(stay the same)
Bet I'll end up in a pit again
Wishing on a false star
Wish life was a racecar
(racecar)
Numb me up like a dentist
Get high off of laughing gas
Shoot my foot 'fore a marathon
Then I'll sing the same song
Wonder what life coulda been
If I didn't f*ck up again
Cuz I'm starting to think I died
Cant feel real anymore
Life just seems like a chore
I just wanna feel good again
Like I did last summer
Maybe cuz I was with them
But now I'm stuck here to wither
Cuz it feels like December
But the snows never here
Got 10 bucks maybe I can buy a new car
Don't know where to go but I can drive real far and
You cannot make fun of me no you
Can't say I was wrong
But I needa do something new
And I needa get new eyes
Stuck in my room
Feelin like a sandbag
Spent a little cash
Now I'm tryna get my money back
I got a little place for you
Corpse in a glass bottle
Four tons of roadkill
Waiting in a space shuttle
I know I said I liked it here
But I don't really give a f*ck
Third time this week that I
Really felt like giving up
Now I'm layin in my bed and
My eyes won't stay shut
I think I'm in a dream
Cuz nothin ever feels right
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Got an interview on Saturday
Hoping that things will change
But I think I'll stay the same
(stay the same)
Bet I'll end up in a pit again
Wishing on a false star
Wish life was a racecar
(racecar)
Numb me up like a dentist
Get high off of laughing gas
Shoot my foot 'fore a marathon
Then I'll sing the same song
Wonder what life coulda been
If I didn't f*ck up again
Cuz I'm starting to think I died
Cant feel real anymore
Life just seems like a chore
I just wanna feel good again
Like I did last summer
Maybe cuz I was with them
But now I'm stuck here to wither
Cuz it feels like December
But the snows never here
Got 10 bucks maybe I can buy a new car
Don't know where to go but I can drive real far and
You cannot make fun of me no you
Can't say I was wrong
But I needa do something new
And I needa get new eyes
Stuck in my room
Feelin like a sandbag
Spent a little cash
Now I'm tryna get my money back
I got a little place for you
Corpse in a glass bottle
Four tons of roadkill
Waiting in a space shuttle
I know I said I liked it here
But I don't really give a f*ck
Third time this week that I
Really felt like giving up
Now I'm layin in my bed and
My eyes won't stay shut
I think I'm in a dream
Cuz nothin ever feels right
Hoping that things will change
But I think I'll stay the same
(stay the same)
Bet I'll end up in a pit again
Wishing on a false star
Wish life was a racecar
(racecar)
Numb me up like a dentist
Get high off of laughing gas
Shoot my foot 'fore a marathon
Then I'll sing the same song
Wonder what life coulda been
If I didn't f*ck up again
Cuz I'm starting to think I died
Cant feel real anymore
Life just seems like a chore
I just wanna feel good again
Like I did last summer
Maybe cuz I was with them
But now I'm stuck here to wither
Cuz it feels like December
But the snows never here
Got 10 bucks maybe I can buy a new car
Don't know where to go but I can drive real far and
You cannot make fun of me no you
Can't say I was wrong
But I needa do something new
And I needa get new eyes
Stuck in my room
Feelin like a sandbag
Spent a little cash
Now I'm tryna get my money back
I got a little place for you
Corpse in a glass bottle
Four tons of roadkill
Waiting in a space shuttle
I know I said I liked it here
But I don't really give a f*ck
Third time this week that I
Really felt like giving up
Now I'm layin in my bed and
My eyes won't stay shut
I think I'm in a dream
Cuz nothin ever feels right
Writer: Tate Johnson
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