Come On, Guys

Love how you

Disappear, if I need you

You're sleeping, I get that, I want you to know that I try

To figure out

Where I'm going

And where I'm sleeping, and how much emotion is showing

And one can only imagine the things that you think of

I want to see the country

Without goodbyes

But I can't afford that

So fuck my life

And all these guessing games

And they all just feel the same, and I'm sorry

When did I leave the seventh grade?

You feel sick, I'm tired, I don't even know what to say

Your words can't make my problems go away

You say I lose things

That I can't find

There's no more covers

Left to hide in

You say I'm lazy, incompetent, I'm always too tired to try

Everyone's stuck, living their skewed up version of life

And now I have a job, and Bobby's living in Tallahassee

I wish I had tried more

I wish I had tried more

I wish I had tried more

And all these guessing games

And they all just feel the same, and I'm sorry

When did I want to go away?

I feel sick, you're tired, I don't even know what to say

My words can't make my problems go away

And all these guessing games

And they all just feel the same, and I'm sorry

When did I stop thinking straight?

I feel sick, I'm tired, I don't even know what to say

Your words can't make my problems go away