I woke up again from sleep deciding where I'd want to stay
Sometimes I'm certain I'm right here but today I'm miles away
I don't belong in this moment, I can't relate to this place
How many times am I gonna do this and say I'll be okay?
You are the destination set and not the spaces in between
Everything around me seems to always disagree
I hate myself for trying and I wish I couldn't think
Because I'm lying here wide-awake thinking
What's another week?
So, what the f*ck is all this nonsense?
I had plans for eternity set up in my memory like false-laid concrete
I'm so sick of all these people that pretend to be my friends
I've been lying here long enough to know when the bullshit ends
You are the destination set and not the spaces in between
Everything around me seems to always disagree
I hate myself for trying and I wish I couldn't think
Because I'm lying here wide-awake thinking
What's another week?
Well what's another week inside this headache?
I'll tell you the things that're always at stake
My sanity, your f*cking vanity
We feel when the work an effort falls away and never was real
You are the destination set and not the spaces in between
Everything around me seems to always disagree
I hate myself for trying and I wish I couldn't think
Because I'm lying here wide-awake thinking
What's another week?