I guess I should do more things
But it feels like I do a lot
My perception of time
Is totally fucked,
I’ve an absent mind
And a shit-tonne of luck.
Buried in a pile of bullshit
That stacks a mile to the sky
There’s a million excuses
Beneath the rubble and decay.
But the search for them gets harder
The pressures building up each day
Maybe it’s that I’m a goddamn loser
Who just needs to justify their ways.
So when life flips up, rolls on it’s side
And it’s looks as though the end is nigh
That’s when I think to myself
Let’s keep on living this lie.