I hurt, I hurt, I hurt. I just want to go downstairs and wail into the microphone until it doesn't hurt anymore and I can't feel anything.

I don’t feel like creating
dreaming
anything
anymore

more false hope
and fleeting love
i try every day
but it isn't enough
yeah i give my face in
and i'm still waking up
alone
alone

I'm grounded in a floating God
and all of my hurt
has been laughed off
no one to care for me
no one to care for

I thought I had something special
but then I woke up
I thought I was loved
but it didn't give a fuck

count all the eyes
in suicide
write me a love song
on the day I die
cause i'm giving up
and I'm not, I'm not
waking up