Been running on E for the last 3 years
Faded way before i had those last three beers
The alcohol's the only thing that masks these fears
Eyes screaming help while the mouth screams cheers
And I'm trying to fill up this hole with achievements
I lost my soul and ain't got no time for bereavement
Every mountain climbed has a bottomless well
Where everybody starts to love you but you still don't love yourself
Each sentence is more exposing
All the feelings I'm not showing
Every article of clothing
Stitched together with self-loathing
I'm sick of all the plans and I'm sick of all the sycophants
Sick of all the bands that are so quick to post on Instagram
Sick of every chance that we're not picked it makes me sick
People are quick to skip a second glance despite the nations sickest fans
Each day passes quicker than the last one
Lack of a routine becoming sanity's assassin
One more year older, one more chip on my shoulder
Sisyphus about to quit trying to move the boulder
Each sentence is more exposing
All the feelings I'm not showing
Every article of clothing
Stitched together with self-loathing
I can't kill these thoughts
But I try, Lord I try
I'll take my shot but I know, yea I know
Bumpin Uglies - Self-loathing Lyrics
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Been running on E for the last 3 years
Faded way before i had those last three beers
The alcohol's the only thing that masks these fears
Eyes screaming help while the mouth screams cheers
And I'm trying to fill up this hole with achievements
I lost my soul and ain't got no time for bereavement
Every mountain climbed has a bottomless well
Where everybody starts to love you but you still don't love yourself
Each sentence is more exposing
All the feelings I'm not showing
Every article of clothing
Stitched together with self-loathing
I'm sick of all the plans and I'm sick of all the sycophants
Sick of all the bands that are so quick to post on Instagram
Sick of every chance that we're not picked it makes me sick
People are quick to skip a second glance despite the nations sickest fans
Each day passes quicker than the last one
Lack of a routine becoming sanity's assassin
One more year older, one more chip on my shoulder
Sisyphus about to quit trying to move the boulder
Each sentence is more exposing
All the feelings I'm not showing
Every article of clothing
Stitched together with self-loathing
I can't kill these thoughts
But I try, Lord I try
I'll take my shot but I know, yea I know
Faded way before i had those last three beers
The alcohol's the only thing that masks these fears
Eyes screaming help while the mouth screams cheers
And I'm trying to fill up this hole with achievements
I lost my soul and ain't got no time for bereavement
Every mountain climbed has a bottomless well
Where everybody starts to love you but you still don't love yourself
Each sentence is more exposing
All the feelings I'm not showing
Every article of clothing
Stitched together with self-loathing
I'm sick of all the plans and I'm sick of all the sycophants
Sick of all the bands that are so quick to post on Instagram
Sick of every chance that we're not picked it makes me sick
People are quick to skip a second glance despite the nations sickest fans
Each day passes quicker than the last one
Lack of a routine becoming sanity's assassin
One more year older, one more chip on my shoulder
Sisyphus about to quit trying to move the boulder
Each sentence is more exposing
All the feelings I'm not showing
Every article of clothing
Stitched together with self-loathing
I can't kill these thoughts
But I try, Lord I try
I'll take my shot but I know, yea I know
Writer: Brandon Hardesty
Copyright: Lyrics © JN MEDIA MUSIC PUBLISHING
Copyright: Lyrics © JN MEDIA MUSIC PUBLISHING