Addicted to the feeling of everything going wrong
Cause a natural disaster cant be my fault, can it?
Can't stand it. Packing up my bags bags before im dropping off the planet.
Step into the freefall, we all tend to cling to the things we bring to the table.
Sing when I'm able, write till I can't take back what I said what I meant.
Is it painful? take a step back take a look at the page til everything's right again.
Write it in. If I don't convey what I meant to say, I'll try again.
Struggle so much just to do so little
Store fresh dreams in a worn out pillow
Starting in the middle, parting where the story ends
More begins. Getting what you want just makes you bored again.
Struggle so much just to do so little
Store fresh dreams in a worn out pillow
Starting in the middle, parting where the story ends
More begins. Getting what you want just makes you bored again.
Put pen to the paper, why is it paper, so much to pay for.
Take what I made, not like I'm gonna need groceries later, just eat vapor.
Maybe break each pill into eighths, or do me a favor.
Just ignore me breaking away for a moment whenever someone says hey there.
So much for the good times, wish that I could find any motivation at all to be on time.
Tell me it's all right, or I'd take just knowing that growing disaster'll be fine.
Eventually, starving for attention we
Die every time succumbing to the entropy.
Knock on the door to find out
Everybody's gone again
Just left here standing watching everything go wrong again
Until somebody offers up a solution for just a hundred dollars
Do I look like somebody with more than twenty bucks to spend
Everybody's gone again
Just left here standing watching everything go wrong again
Until somebody offers up a solution for just a hundred dollars
Do I look like somebody with even twenty bucks to spend
Everybody's gone again
Just left here standing watching everything go wrong again
Until somebody offers up a solution for just a hundred dollars
Do I look like-
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Addicted to the feeling of everything going wrong
Cause a natural disaster cant be my fault, can it?
Can't stand it. Packing up my bags bags before im dropping off the planet.
Step into the freefall, we all tend to cling to the things we bring to the table.
Sing when I'm able, write till I can't take back what I said what I meant.
Is it painful? take a step back take a look at the page til everything's right again.
Write it in. If I don't convey what I meant to say, I'll try again.
Struggle so much just to do so little
Store fresh dreams in a worn out pillow
Starting in the middle, parting where the story ends
More begins. Getting what you want just makes you bored again.
Struggle so much just to do so little
Store fresh dreams in a worn out pillow
Starting in the middle, parting where the story ends
More begins. Getting what you want just makes you bored again.
Put pen to the paper, why is it paper, so much to pay for.
Take what I made, not like I'm gonna need groceries later, just eat vapor.
Maybe break each pill into eighths, or do me a favor.
Just ignore me breaking away for a moment whenever someone says hey there.
So much for the good times, wish that I could find any motivation at all to be on time.
Tell me it's all right, or I'd take just knowing that growing disaster'll be fine.
Eventually, starving for attention we
Die every time succumbing to the entropy.
Knock on the door to find out
Everybody's gone again
Just left here standing watching everything go wrong again
Until somebody offers up a solution for just a hundred dollars
Do I look like somebody with more than twenty bucks to spend
Everybody's gone again
Just left here standing watching everything go wrong again
Until somebody offers up a solution for just a hundred dollars
Do I look like somebody with even twenty bucks to spend
Everybody's gone again
Just left here standing watching everything go wrong again
Until somebody offers up a solution for just a hundred dollars
Do I look like-
Cause a natural disaster cant be my fault, can it?
Can't stand it. Packing up my bags bags before im dropping off the planet.
Step into the freefall, we all tend to cling to the things we bring to the table.
Sing when I'm able, write till I can't take back what I said what I meant.
Is it painful? take a step back take a look at the page til everything's right again.
Write it in. If I don't convey what I meant to say, I'll try again.
Struggle so much just to do so little
Store fresh dreams in a worn out pillow
Starting in the middle, parting where the story ends
More begins. Getting what you want just makes you bored again.
Struggle so much just to do so little
Store fresh dreams in a worn out pillow
Starting in the middle, parting where the story ends
More begins. Getting what you want just makes you bored again.
Put pen to the paper, why is it paper, so much to pay for.
Take what I made, not like I'm gonna need groceries later, just eat vapor.
Maybe break each pill into eighths, or do me a favor.
Just ignore me breaking away for a moment whenever someone says hey there.
So much for the good times, wish that I could find any motivation at all to be on time.
Tell me it's all right, or I'd take just knowing that growing disaster'll be fine.
Eventually, starving for attention we
Die every time succumbing to the entropy.
Knock on the door to find out
Everybody's gone again
Just left here standing watching everything go wrong again
Until somebody offers up a solution for just a hundred dollars
Do I look like somebody with more than twenty bucks to spend
Everybody's gone again
Just left here standing watching everything go wrong again
Until somebody offers up a solution for just a hundred dollars
Do I look like somebody with even twenty bucks to spend
Everybody's gone again
Just left here standing watching everything go wrong again
Until somebody offers up a solution for just a hundred dollars
Do I look like-
Writer: Beatrix Drake
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