moving fast lane
fuckin up my own brain
try to get it right
but i never seem to change
what the fuck is up
with all these expectations
from me like i was
ever perfect
though i'm not
so tired of these mondays
try to roll through tuesdays
smoking weed on wednesdays
coughing blood on thursdays
i ain't right in the head
so much shit
no time to rest
running away from all of it
eating my feelings out everday
getting fried on fridays
not a single soul to stop me
'cause i'm fucking tired of trying

fucking tired of trying

fucking tired of trying

fucking tired