All the ways I think I'm a man
I'm still just a boy and
Every time I think I have a plan
The road ahead gets destroyed
I'm chewing off the skin from my fingernails
Hoping some half-studied drug is gonna tip the scales
I'd take a tub filled with bleach over a life with this
Staring at a stucco ceiling I just can't stop
Feeling like I'm falling back on every little thought-crime
It worked out for me big time thinking on the old life
Back when I was always very thirsty
Now gaining weight and thirty
I'm getting pretty thirsty, thirsty, thirsty
If I was just crazy
We could work through things in good time, but I'm too lazy
So it's back to the couch where I find my days get hazy
Watching lives I'm thankful ain't mine
Does it amaze thee, that I can be this banged up and still thrive?
Every inch of ground I think I've gained
Comes at a much steeper grade
I've lost my place for the hundredth time today
So I re-read the same page
I'm wiping off blood from my fingernails
Because I bit too much as the thought prevailed
Is this all I want or all I am?
I wish that I could just stop
Wishing I was punk rock
I hear every tick-tock
Counting down to stressing over grey hairs
Interviews at day-cares
Wishing I was still where
everything was dirty clothes and knapsacks
spot me for a six-pack
I could never go back, I will never go back
If I was just crazy
We could work through things in good time, but I'm too lazy
So it's back to the couch where I find my days get hazy
Watching lives I'm thankful ain't mine
Does it amaze thee, that I can be this banged up and still thrive?
Too much everything everywhere all the time
Too much everything everywhere all the time
Too much everything everywhere all the time
Too much everything everywhere all the time
Too much everything everywhere all the time
Too much everything everywhere all the time
Too much everything everywhere all the time
Too much everything everywhere all the time
If I was just crazy
We could work through things in good time, but I'm too lazy
So it's back to the couch where I find my days get hazy
Watching lives I'm thankful ain't mine
Does it amaze thee, that I can be this banged up and still thrive?