Humble - Get a Grip Lyrics

Time is slow, life is rude
Hate more things than I like about you
Knew from the start that I played the fool
The jokes on me, I'm back to miserable

Time is slow, life is rude
Hate more things than I like about you
Knew from the start that I played the fool
The jokes on me, I'm back to miserable

Gave my all to someone, had them throw it in my face
Wish I's good enough, wish I knew what I should change
Wish I knew what it is she hates about me
Why she just despises, or maybe it's all just selfish
Maybe she just hated all the time I spent with music
I chose it over her, and I'd probably still do it
I'll never be happy, I'll probably die alone
Accepted this fact, all the things I broke were gold
I'm the opposite of Midas, cursed with the tainted touch
Broke everything I loved, think I've finally had enough
Jump off a building, aiming for a bush
Come out of the shit unscathed, dust it off and walk away
It's the mind state that I'm stuck in these days
Break a heart, drop the chains, put my conscious away
Tuck emotions up my sleeves, flushed my feelings today
The only thing I hear is needles, but I'm feeling no pain

Time is slow, life is rude
Hate more things than I like about you
Knew from the start that I played the fool
The jokes on me, I'm back to miserable

Time is slow, life is rude
Hate more things than I like about you
Knew from the start that I played the fool
The jokes on me, I'm back to miserable

I thought I had a grip on life, but I slipped
Lost it all over night, slit my wrists
Watch it drain, watch the pain fade away
Blame myself everyday for mistakes that were made
If this is life then I'm calling it quits
Hate that bitch, hope she dies, end up swept in a ditch
Just a rat, that is gone, don't think she'll be missed
Hope she sleeps hella well in the land of the fish
Tried to hit, but she missed
No one ever touched my heart
I'm a lonely psychopath, what's this talk of a heart?
Hate myself like it's art, then present you all the painting
They seem to love the canvas, the progress is so painstaking
Painless purpose probably propels your soul
It's a joke that you think you could chose something that you don't even know
I'd do anything just to go back in time
Rewrite these lines in this book of mine

Time is slow, life is rude
Hate more things than I like about you
Knew from the start that I played the fool
The jokes on me, I'm back to miserable