Lyrics
There's so much left to do
But nothing left to say
When disappointment fills you up
And takes your words away
Can't we try, to do this all again
Because I know how this is
I know how this ends
Because all my friends are
Made of styrofoam and alcohol
And my nightmares are just
Lighter versions of reality
You need space you need time
You need so much more than anything I can find
I guess i'm inadequate
A fucking waste a mess of a human being
I sit and contemplate my life like how you're
So scared of the word that rhymes with trying
Yes it's killing me that i'm trying so hard