Paroles de You've Got The Maps Backwards, Matt

Sometimes I'm awake Thinkin' about fuckin' things up for myself again So relax and sit there My organs know I mean well Even though they're all gone, but they're content Drivin' up north headin' towards nothin' Just for a fake laugh and a stupid smile I never asked to see 'lost' painted on your forehead Looking forward, it's been taunting me for a while Sometimes I'm in front of the street noticing my face in the paint This is hell, this is far, this is human This is something where no one ever gains What's there to do, I couldn't even tell you Everything keeps spinning letting me know That something doesn't feel right And it's sitting in my chest feelin' so low It's been black outside for days now I hope the end of the week gets here quick So there is nothing left to question Not even the God that I told to quit Oh, I'm seein' the drearyness in this Oh, I'm believin' now that I can't fix this Oh, I'm seein' the drearyness in this Oh, I'm believin' now that I can't fix this Oh, I'm seein' the drearyness in this Oh, I'm believin' now that I can't fix this Oh, I'm seein' the drearyness in this Oh, I'm believin' now that I can't fix this