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Stop making me live like this

Brain dead, hit the snooze

No job, what's the use

Last night, pass the joint

Still life yeah that's the point

Get dressed, half awake

Ripped jeans and a stomachache

Try to puke but it won't come out

Think of all the stuff I wish I'd known about

Kneel down, fade to black

Two fingers stick em back

Want food but I burned the toast

Little things always the first to go

Phone rings, don't care

Dead space, blank stare

Left and right inside my mind neither here nor there

Less than zero greater than the sum of my parts

Want to light a fire but I can't get a spark

Stop, stop, stop making me live like this

Both shoes filled with lead

Somehow rise off the bed

Head pounding, kill the lights

Scared to death I'll never feel alright

Ten paces more like miles

Lips cracked, fake a smile

Swear that I'll stop swimming in my afterthoughts

But it's nothing new

Too much shit I can't undo

And no matter what you say I know I've disappointed you

Get these demons off of me

Ask the man can I have a coffee please

Faded for hell of it, just a table of elements I am..

Less than zero greater than the sum of my parts

Want to light a fire but I can't get a spark

Stop, stop, stop making me live like this

Before I know it, the day's already over

And I'm ready to go at it again

I wanna feel no thing is even real so

Drift into oblivion

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