Ya I'll stay all day in bed
Dream of a gun to my head
Ya when we smoke it don't help
God damn it I'm asking for help
I'm sure that you get that alot
A fool he just don't know what's wrong
Know that I'm telling you now
I don't believe my life is working out
Now I'm here sitting across from you
God came in a form psychiatric view
Hold my hand if you'd like it to
Purge my brain thoughts and memories too
I hope this don't come out wrong
I'm sick of seeing outcomes
I'm sick of seeing progress
We disappear at our best
Ya I'll stay all day in bed
Dream of a gun to my head
Ya when we smoke it don't help
God damn it I'm asking for help
Ya I'll stay all day in bed
Dream of a gun to my head
Ya when we drink it don't help
God damn it I think I'm living in hell ya