I said "No
It's not just a little different"
At this point I hope I don't
Wife up or have any children
Shining things mean nothing
Smoke, my lungs black and blistered
Mapped out the dead skin and hair
We're old
At least that's how it feels
We won't be okay and I know, fuck it
[Chorus 1]
You're not in control
No one expects any good
To unfold
Feel I'm already a ghost
Stay awake for nothing now
Not rich enough to make a sound
You'd say "No
It's your fault if you're indifferent"
Then what should I do? I'm broke
Whoever says "Pull yourself up by the bootstraps" is a fucking joke
It's not just a little different
You're not in control
No one expects any good
To unfold
Feel I'm already a ghost
Stay awake for nothing now
Not rich enough to make a sound
Comatose
Burning inside of my home
Lose all hope
Dying at thirty years old
Stay awake for nothing now
Not rich enough to fix myself
(Or anything else)
Speaking low do
What I'm told those
Steel tipped boots with
Broken toes
It's not just a little different
(It's not just a little different)
Don't wife up or have any children
You're not in control
No one expects any good
To unfold
Feel I'm already a ghost
Stay awake for nothing now
Not rich enough to make a sound
Comatose
Burning inside of my home
Lose all hope
Dying at thirty years old
Stay awake for nothing now
Not rich enough to stick around
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