It's too cold in my room
The essence of lonely, the one and only
I feel so consumed
In this winter weather, I wish I was better
I know I should try to be the best that I could be
But I still smoke cigarettes and I have since I was fifteen
And it floods my brain
Like a flash flood with pouring rain
And it floods my brain
Like a flash flood with pouring rain
It's hard to take off the mask that my friends placed on me
The image of a washed-up, broke-ass deadbeat
But I've got to, get up and wash off my knees
And be the righteous man
My father taught me to be
I've never been good at dealing with change
I often pretend that I'm turning the page
But deep down I know
I'm losing composure
I'm using what I have left
It seems like every time I try to change
I get stuck living in the same old same
I can't escape living with anxiety
And it floods my brain
Like a flash flood with pouring rain
And it floods my brain
Like a flash flood with pouring rain
It's hard to take off the mask that my friends placed on me
The image of a washed-up, broke-ass deadbeat
But I've got to, get up and wash off my knees
And be the righteous man
My father taught me to be