5 consecutive alarms ahead
Something's pulling behind my warm bed
Am I happy with my life? That's what I asked and said
Walking in the city's random alley
Seeing myself in a window with my ID
I look like dummy as hell
Feeling sad and depress as well
I always think my life would be better
If I chose the path that I want forever
Now I'm stuck in the middle
What's the point of living?
If what I do is not fulfilling
Oh yea it's cozy but it breaks my heart
That I'm not able to do my art
The time is so slow I wanna go home
I wanna lie and sleep on my comfortable foam
Is it too late, today's the due date
Should I quit at this rate?
I always think my life would be better
If I chose the path that I want forever
Now I'm stuck in the middle
What's the point of living?
If what I do is not fulfilling
Oh yea it's cozy but it breaks my heart
That I'm not able to do my art
To do my art
To do my art
To do my art
To do my art
To do my art
To do my art
What's the point of living?
If what I do is not fulfilling
Yea, it's cozy but it breaks my heart
That I'm not able to do my art
Saving Sunday - Art of Living Lyrics
Saving Sunday - Art of Living Lyrics
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5 consecutive alarms ahead
Something's pulling behind my warm bed
Am I happy with my life? That's what I asked and said
Walking in the city's random alley
Seeing myself in a window with my ID
I look like dummy as hell
Feeling sad and depress as well
I always think my life would be better
If I chose the path that I want forever
Now I'm stuck in the middle
What's the point of living?
If what I do is not fulfilling
Oh yea it's cozy but it breaks my heart
That I'm not able to do my art
The time is so slow I wanna go home
I wanna lie and sleep on my comfortable foam
Is it too late, today's the due date
Should I quit at this rate?
I always think my life would be better
If I chose the path that I want forever
Now I'm stuck in the middle
What's the point of living?
If what I do is not fulfilling
Oh yea it's cozy but it breaks my heart
That I'm not able to do my art
To do my art
To do my art
To do my art
To do my art
To do my art
To do my art
What's the point of living?
If what I do is not fulfilling
Yea, it's cozy but it breaks my heart
That I'm not able to do my art
Something's pulling behind my warm bed
Am I happy with my life? That's what I asked and said
Walking in the city's random alley
Seeing myself in a window with my ID
I look like dummy as hell
Feeling sad and depress as well
I always think my life would be better
If I chose the path that I want forever
Now I'm stuck in the middle
What's the point of living?
If what I do is not fulfilling
Oh yea it's cozy but it breaks my heart
That I'm not able to do my art
The time is so slow I wanna go home
I wanna lie and sleep on my comfortable foam
Is it too late, today's the due date
Should I quit at this rate?
I always think my life would be better
If I chose the path that I want forever
Now I'm stuck in the middle
What's the point of living?
If what I do is not fulfilling
Oh yea it's cozy but it breaks my heart
That I'm not able to do my art
To do my art
To do my art
To do my art
To do my art
To do my art
To do my art
What's the point of living?
If what I do is not fulfilling
Yea, it's cozy but it breaks my heart
That I'm not able to do my art
Writer: Daniel Caralian, Jay Real, Jesse Manuel
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Performed By: Saving Sunday
Language: English
Length: 4:22
Written by: Daniel Caralian, Jay Real, Jesse Manuel