Well This Sucks Full Blown Meltdown (Ft. STOMACH BOOK)

Well, this sucks
Im stuck here
Another sleepless fucking night where I can’t get my head clear
I’m not closing my eyes until I set shit right
But my brain and my hands, they just
Fight! Fight! Fight! Fight!
Til the end
Can’t wind down
And I mean every slurred word that comes outta my mouth
I’ll make it or I won’t
I’ll break every last bone
Getting where I wanna be
So you’d best believe
I won’t always be a let down
Everything seems so complicated
Another moment in time where I’ll step out of line
Everyone swears they should have made it We’re all made out of clay, molded in
Different ways
Every good idea seems like it’s been taken
But it’s not! It can’t be
So how do we know unless we try and fail
The anticipation left me without my nails And every last chord out of my hands
Seems so stale
But I press record anyways
And always start to wale
One more time
Even though I’m rotting in hell
I’ll pretend i’m just fine
Even if I don’t have any good ideas left
I promise I’ll beat this old horse
Beat it to death
Try again
Yeah, I know
I give all that I have
Get so little to show
This shits so miserable
It’s the same for us all
Life can take my legs but til it takes my arms I’ll Crawl! Crawl! Crawl! Crawl!
Crawl!
I’m just making a fool of myself
What a great conman
I’m a fraud, I’m a failure, yeah that’s just who I am
It never matters, it’s true
Not a thing that I do
Cause I’m in my own head
And I’m screwed
Yeah I’m so fuckin screwed
Everything seems so complicated
Another moment in time where I’ll step out of line
Everyone swears they should have made it We’re all made out of clay, molded in
Different ways
Every good idea seems like it’s been taken
But it’s not! It can’t be
So how do we know unless we try and fail
The anticipation left me without my nails And every last chord out of my hands
Seems so stale
But I press record anyways
And always start to