they haven't healed
and my blood congeals

i sit outside smoking
got the money from my mom
all of this time been joking
that nothing has been wrong

and i sit on the ground crying
my head in my hands

i just want to get out
don't even want to change
i cannot take it anymore
my life's too strange

i sit around all day
the caffeine keeps me up
i don't even have a job
and i don't even give a fuck

and now i sit at home
drinking all this fucking tea

life just isn't working for me
i can't get away from it
it seems that everything i touch
just turns into shit

and i sit down
on the ground
crying with my head upon my hands

and i shout out for an answer out across
the land

why did things have to be like this?
why does me tea always taste like fucking piss?

all of the meaning, the joy it has been lost.

now all the feeling that i have is a rush of caustic smoke

in my lungs
as i breathe in once again

and i tell myself tomorrow i will go outside

and look for that job