it's late october and it's quarter to seven
i'm just staring at the ceiling and then pondering questions
like how did i get here, and is there any way out
i'm on my own for all these years now i'm living in my parents house
this is the lowest point, yes this is where it ends
with all the same sh** again, its just my brain and a pen
and to be honest, i never wanted understanding
i've just taken the sh**ty cards life seems to hand me
and i've been out of work for so so long
and any girls i've liked are so so gone
the status of my back is so so wrong
and i just keep writing down all these so so songs
this ain't no cry for help, this is acceptance
and if your listening i'm not expecting you to get this
and if nothing else well this is my catharsis
but when the bars are done i know i'm right back where i started