Bellyache

I woke up far from home with a pattern on my face

Another night on the couch

TV on, I’m faced away

Another night in the ac

Trying to find some room to breathe in the arms of a stranger

But it is what it is and all this shit is worthless

Take the five to my name and I’ll buy something frivolous

Like the love I need

Not some pills, a reunion show

Or a face to swipe off my screen

Well, I woke up a year older in a city in the south

Wander room to room like a ghost that can’t get out

But I need to get outside

End the war inside my mind like a march to the ocean

If I stand in the land where my forefathers stood

Shooting guns at their brothers

‘Cause some prick said they should

Maybe I can feel at ease at my eternal lack of peace

That this joke isn’t funny

I think someone wants to kill me

But I don’t think I can fix this if I found God

And there’s no drug in the world

That can possibly wash this off

Can’t even go down to the river

And stick my fucking head in it

I’ll watch the world spin

I’ll lay around in it

I am a perfect fit

I’ve been dreaming in languages I don’t understand

I’ve got spirits watching over me

They refuse my filthy hands

I’ve been coming to terms with our life

And how we’re all gonna die the same

Forgotten in a year by the ones we love on a Tuesday morning

I’ll die just how I lived

Stealing from some I found great

Showing up a year too late

Now, the water is gone

Now the love is gone

Now, the future is gone

And I’ll just lay here, but it’s never gonna come