It's never been so crystal clear that i've been dying six months a year arguing with strangers about why i'm still here.
no on lets me forget questions about my relevance and i'm starting to believe their arguments in my self-defense
it's just my [bad word] and always wasting all my breath and it's still a mystery to me why i'm doubting all my dreams
all the things that i say will someday fade away when the message in the songs has kept me sane all along
the years hit like like fist to face and some days i've tried to replace this person with the same god-given name
some days i shake till noon i've tried to explain to overcrowded rooms across these states my narrow point of view
but what can i do it's just my [bad word] and always wasting all my breath and it's a mystery to me why i'm doubting all my dreams
all the things that i say will someday fade away when the message in these songs has kept me sane all along