P.O.S. Is Ruining My Life

If you go down and just breathe and just breathe in and out

Whole lot better

If you go 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 'urb, between city kids

It's disturbed

I look around and see the same shit from her

She gets so silent, watchin' life just pass by in a blur

Ain't it funny?

We can sneak into our lives undisturbed

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 wake up in the sun

But can't sleep in the moonlight

I'm right there wit ya

I'm sicker than 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 the stop world

It's best spin like a twist-a-whirl

This ain't amusment, I'm a loser

(two cents, two cents)

It was bullshit, uh

Got two cents but everybody seems to have the same chain but can't break my five-uh

Two cents, (yeah right) but can't spend nothing if I'm holdin' the compass like

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

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

This,

And It's strained to think It might break

Scratch, Crack, Silence, This,

And It's strained to think It might break

Scratch, Crack,

Ah!

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 vagrant, 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 restrain

So full of that self-control, or the lack thereof

That we thought was 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

Right, close you eyes