(I don't wanna do any cuts so I'm just gonna'... do this in one take)
Recently I been contemplating if imma' make it
Come home and dance with demons I keep locked up in my basement
My heart is vacant, found the edge and right now I'm just pacing
Cause' I don't like this place, I'd rather sleep til' times erasing
And I make music for the clinically depressed, I guess I'm stressed
I got too much weight up on my chest
And, people tell me problems bout' their slipping mental health
How the fuck I'm sposed' to help you? I can't even help myself
I can't even help myself
How the fuck I'm sposed' to help you? I can't even help myself (nah)
And I can't even help myself
How the fuck I'm sposed' to help you?
Ay (yeah)
Ay, ay ay (damn)
Yeah
Ay, ay ay (check)
Yeah
And way too many people care about me and that's why I'm here
Couldn't tell em' all of these things because it'd cause em' fear
So I sit and write a song and drink a dozen beer
Hope I fall asleep and wake up in a couple fuckin' years
And I never want you to ever feel the way I'm feeling
I smoke a blunt and get so high I'm walking on the ceiling
My friends and family devastated if I left today (yeah)
I'll bear the wounds just know that I won't ever cause you pain
I won't ever cause you pain (uh)
I'll bear the wounds just know that I won't ever cause you pain (no)
I won't ever cause you pain
I'll bear the wounds just know that I won't ever cause you pain (yeah)
Ay, ay ay
Yeah
Ay, ay ay
Yeah