Birthdayparties vs. Punkroutine

I can sleep maybe eight hours a day
Maybe six hours I’m wasted
And the rest of the day I’m fucking dying
I know it seems like I flaked out on you,
But the truth of it is, I flaked out on me too.
We live in a haunted house that’s filled with our old lives
And everyone who’s ever died
I know it seems like I flaked out on you
Well, the truth of it is I flaked out on me too
That’s no excuse if you still want the truth
I’m not a bad friend
I’m just tired, and I’m different now
But I won’t make excuses
Tired and I’m different now
And I feel fucking useless
We live in an apartment that is filled with our own crimes
And everyone who’s ever died
I’m not surprised that you found a home
In shallow graves with everyone who’s ever died
I’m not surprised that you fell asleep
And didn’t wake considering the choice I made
I’m not surprised that you found a home
In shallow graves with everyone who’s ever died
Sometimes I think I’m the only one who’s still alive