Always gonna fail in life, its destiny
All my pals can see the best in me
But not me, my life's monotony, I guess, probably
Trailing thru the room with my shoes untied
Standing under the bottle tree, fizzling gluttony
Don't know if I'm doing it consciously, maybe prophecy
I'm a wannabe but I don't wanna be anything but free
Guess I wanna be me, not apart of the scene
I wanna see Jesus or any kind of reason
A slither of a meaning to all of this grieving
Doing just fine but my nan keeps crying
Scared of the dark, unable to lie in
I see it in her eyes every day she's trying
Honestly to me it's terrifying
It's Christmas day I'm so high, I let my best garms drip-dry
Mother passing me mince pies, hope that my heads screwed on right
I'm uptight and I always feel a bit shite
My eyes bare red cos I got no sleep last night
What the point in leaving, I'm coming back inside?
And what the point in living if everyone dies?
I lied, I'm fine. I've got shriveled insides
I can't see light as bright no more
It's not a path out the tunnel, it's a one way street like a funnel
Funny... ha ha