Johnny Viti - Pick A Side lyrics

I've been up, been down, in the middle, everything around/ But I can't find a goddamn thing to believe in/ Or a goddamn reason, to keep on breathing, f** my grieving/ And everybody tell me that the weather gets better/ When motherf**er? I've been wearing this sweater/ And I'm sick of it yo, every damn day/ Should I go for broke, say f** it or stay?/ Issues, issues, grab a tissue/ Cry about it later, but it's hard when I miss you/ Ha, but I miss sixteen/ When everything was simple and my slate was clean/ When the world was wide and the gra** was green/ I remember every memory and every little scene/ But then I'm back, square one, maybe run/ Maybe contemplate life, thinking f** that I'm done/ f** that I'm done/ f** that I'm done/ Thinking f** that I'm done/ f** that I'm done/ f** that I'm done/ f** that I'm done/ Thinking f** that I'm done/ f** that I'm done/ Dissolve away all the problems and the pain/ But it's hard to find a light when you're walking in the rain/ And I realized something, I never belonged/ Just a misfit kid in his room writing songs/ f** it though, cause I'm gonna be famous/ Well, that's what I told myself/ But really does it count when you're not yourself?/ And really does it matter when you're by yourself?/ I've come along way from that little punk kid/ Yelling at the others, 'you don't know what punk is'/ sh**, but I probably didn't either/ I had the right idea which made me a believer/ Thinking bout that real sh**, maybe I should leave her/ Not gonna sneak around because I'm not a f**ing cheater/ The stress is heating up and now it's feeling like a fever/ My mind is going crazy, but not another seizure/ Stay broke, that's how you stay real/ I said f** that I'm getting money and a full meal/ f** that fake sh**, f** that real sh**/ f** that judgment from your every day peers sh**/ Yeah, tell em all about it/ The more you listen, the more that you allow it/ So take my f**s you can put em on pawn/ And I'm never coming back like poof I'm gone/ Like poof I'm gone/ Like poof I'm gone/ I'm never coming back yo, never coming back yo, never coming back like poof I'm gone/ Like poof I'm gone/ Like poof I'm gone/ I'm never coming back yo, never coming back yo, never coming back like poof I'm gone/ Shaking on the ground but I'm totally fine/ You're only holding up 3 but I'm looking at 9/ But where's mine huh? and where's the floor?/ I'm floating on a gurney hear the sirens as they roar/ Bring it all back I would do it in a heartbeat/ Re-write my life with a fine point sharpie/ Ha, but I can't do that/ Put the good with the bad then you tell me where I'm at/ Then you tell me where I'm at/ Then you tell me where I'm at/ Put the good with the bad, put the good with the bad, put the good with the bad/ Then you tell me where I'm at/ Then you tell me where I'm at/ Then you tell me where I'm at/ Put the good with the bad, put the good with the bad, put the good with the bad/ Then you tell me where I'm at/