I've been saying it's seasonal disorder
Hoping this shit fades when I'm older but
It's been three years
Since I wrote that speech
Went through phases
Lost my energy
Medicating
With no therapy
But I can't complain, right?
I'm supposed to be fine
Where's the pill to make me happy
Nowadays we get everything fast
Fast track, track my mind
Mind you, you are giving
Band aids to a bullet round hole
Am I supposed to feel whole?
Now
8am rise and shine
Chug a cup of other people's lives
From you screen, no caffeine
The thought of being
An underachiever
Will keep you up
Where's the pill to make me happy
Nowadays we get everything fast
Fast track, track my mind
Mind you, you are giving
Band aids to a bullet round hole
Am I supposed to feel
Come to think of it I'm alright
In this sepia town
You get a sense of comfort
When this feeling sticks around
Not enough color to live
Just the right amount to survive
Took this pill to make myself happy
Inside rotten, outside I look sweet
Fast track, track my mind
Mind you, you are giving band aids to a
Bullet round
Am I supposed to feel whole?
Now