Well-Adjusted

歌詞

Time cannot move slower In the place where I grew up. A city and its people Seeking comfort in their cups, And isn’t my business, But I can’t shake the feeling They’re lying to themselves. Pay for the privilege of dying, Just like everybody else. This woman said she’s from New Jersey, Sick from opiates and gin. Her hair tied around her rosary, Seeking refuge from her sins. And she says I should help her, With a bit of loose change and by lending her my phone. But god damn if she doesn't remind me, The air is toxic back at home. So, take a minute, Are your plans still working? Would you tell me if it all was worth it? Are you where you want to go? Well-adjusted? In control of your feelings at this time? Still searching For the things that make your heart stop hurting. Seeking comfort for your soul. Abandon all control. You’re still a ways off. You’re still a ways off.