Cornerstones

Wednesday morning feels like such a drag
My tired eyes see no surprises
Metrics, we know you’re not the bad guy
But if you’re not shitty, then what the hell am I?
Hating yourself is never time well-spent
This low year has given me hell
Woah-woah, woah-oh-oh
Sounded like a car crash
Day my father moved out of my house
Golden yellow hues
Cornerstones, all buried black and blue
Hating yourself is never time well-spent
This low year has given me hell
Woah-woah, woah-oh-oh
How could I be lost
On the streets I grew up on?
Please, don’t tell me that you’re saving me again
Please, don’t tell me that
Hating yourself is never time well-spent
This low year has given me hell
Woah-woah, woah-oh-oh