P.O.S. Is Ruining My Life

歌詞

(If you calm down and just breathe and just breathe in and out) (Whole lot better) (If you calm down and just breathe and just breathe in and out) It was buried under a flask and uh Caught peekin' from the bottom of a glass All this nonsense, innocence, common sense, consequence Indulgence in bourbon, this herb in Twin City kids It's disturbed I look around and see the same shit from her She could just sit silent Watch her life just pass by in a blur Ain't it funny? We can sneak into our lives and just stir Over the perfect things to say And then just choke on the words Everybody wanna be the next Everybody wanna be in step Everybody wanna fuck Everybody want the consequence of playin' the fence Everybody's got shit luck Everybody wanna move to they own beat Everybody wanna make a dent Every girl is lookin' for the next best thing Every boy's in love with his girl's best friend Everybody hates me Everybody wanna fight We can't stand to look up at the sun But can't sleep in the moonlight I'm right there wit ya I'm shakin' in my own skin I got the clothes and the jaded grin I'm at the bar or the coffee shop But I don't like drinkin' and I fuckin' hate coffee shops I'm off to stop the world Flip it like a Tilt-A-Whirl This ain't amusement, I'mma lose it (Two cents, two cents) It was bullshit, uh, got two cents But everybody seems to have the same change but can't break my five up Two cents, (yeah right) But can't spend nothing if I'm holdin' the cup, it's like If you calm down and just breathe and just breathe in and out You'll feel a whole lot better, close your eyes Disappear, if you can't see them, then they can't see you Right, close your eyes I can never be what I wanna be Nothin' but a man Nothin's even inside of me Nothin' I can understand If I try and so I try To get a grip, a hold, a handle, a hand I can never be what I wanna be Nothin' but a man Nothin's even inside of me Nothin I can understand If I try and so I try To get a grip, a hold, a handle, a hand, a fist This And It's strange to think It might break Scratch, crack, silence this And It's strange to think It might break Scratch, crack I live in the city, like any other We all live alone The only difference is we don't seem to know it Frozen and lonesome, when it's cold In the summer gotta wait for the loathing Holding, our posture so low And we drink so there's not much worth noting Strolling, so vacant, so shaken, so grown, so--god, so mistaken So broke, so, so complacent, so worn out, so worn out, so worn out So full of doubt, so full of restraint So full of that self-control Or the lack thereof That we doubt the soul If you go down and just breathe and just breathe in and out You'll feel a whole lot better, close your eyes Disappear, if you can't see them, then they can't see you Right, close your eyes I can never be what I wanna be Nothin' but a man Nothin's even inside of me Nothin' I can understand If I try and so I try To get a grip, a hold, a handle, a hand, a fist (Right, close your eyes)