Gettin by with a tiny account of bread,
seeing all my heart met with a larger amounts of let downs
to get it right, it’s like threading a needle’s eye
it’s never the one he likes Inviting him into bed now


..I knew the truth and then you lied to me instead,
Kinda seems pathetic I would even fret
got what I deserve, I never kept my head down
….Life better be good to me on the next round

….I try to get ahead
But keep finding myself behind, barely sliding between the net
And im trying to deal with death when in private I feel I’m next
tho I gotta good life to live I’m still dying to see my dead pals….

I’ll keep try to bring the best out …

even tho i’m entitled to be depressed now

V2:
weapon on the dash breakfast on my breath.
Stepping on the gas, heaven’s on the crest.
They tried to tell me id be better off with less
but I was never taught how to endeavor thru all the mess

forget to call me back, and now I’m all depressed,
got me on the track haunted by regrets
Never in the loop; forever locked and left out.
living on the bench, collecting all the wet towels.

I get treated like letters on my desk piled (neglect)
a year wasted just tryna make the chef proud.
6 months with a band I cant respect now-
I’m letting out a scream that’s as loud as my neighbors sex sounds

Trying to show my best, tho I am at home a mess.
I guess time is the only test, inside of this lonely nest.
Even I can be cold as heck from driving the old bs out.

I’ll keep try to bring the best out …

even tho i’m entitled to be depressed now