I've been drinking on a Tuesday night
It's been a few days since the last I died
I've been saying things are just alright
I'm having trouble finding silver linings
And I keep losing track of who I am hung up on
I'm fighting through a giant bruise that is constantly slept on
Out of breath and out of luck
Out of line and out of love
Even when it all feels f*cked
Things can all start looking up
I should sleep but I'm on the moon
A couple hours are mine to lose
I'm sick and tired of the Tuesday blues
It's kind of funny what the weekdays do
It can be scary but you can't be on the come-up forever
So be wary and keep your peace and hope to god you deliver
Out of breath and out of luck
Out of line and out of love
Even when it all feels f*cked
Things can all start looking up
Every single day I build a new fantasy
Put myself in situations that were never meant for me
I tend to befriend and offer up the best of me
But I'm afraid I don't have any more favors left in me
I've been drinking on a Tuesday night
Out of breath and out of luck
Out of line and out of love
Even when it all feels f*cked
Things can all start looking up