I used to be a child full of love and creativity, then I went to school and fell a victim to
Conformity
Now I'm 29 and I can't keep a f*cking plant alive, sometimes I smoke too much that I can't
Even catch a high
Then I couldn't figure out a chorus for this song, so I hope you'll find some words that
Make you want to sing along
I'll never understand why we call this the land of free, but gorge ourselves on illness
War, death, and tragedy
And then we wonder why we have to take a pill to sleep
I try hard not to spill all my trauma on the mic, but I've seen some things that will
Surely make a grown man cry
Tried to learn guitar to cope, I never learned a f*cking chord
Now I sit here and I'm stubborn, old, bored, and stoned
Then I couldn't figure out a chorus for this song, so I hope you'll find some words that
Make you want to sing along
I'll never understand why we call this the land of free, but gorge ourselves on illness
War, death, and tragedy
And then we wonder why we have to take a pill to sleep
The sun here is shining, but I'm always filled with dread
And surely soon some blood and puke will stain my dress
But I have two childhoods in the palm of my hand, and I gotta hold my shit together just
For them
Then I couldn't figure out a chorus for this song, so I hope you'll find some words that
Make you want to sing along
I'll never understand why we call this the land of free, but gorge ourselves on illness
War, death, and tragedy
And then we wonder why we have to take a pill to sleep
When I wrote that song, I did not leave enough room to breathe!