This Basement Gives Me A Fucking Headache

When anxiety’s asking, who’s gonna answer?
It’s not gonna be a god or master
I’m trying to stand tall after every fall
Because after all it’s only gonna be just me
I’m starting to forget all the things I promised I’d remember
Money, the devil, or the god you sell your soul to — you’ll never get it back
A shell of a human is easier to crack
So I’ll suck the life out of these cigarettes
Like this town sucked the life out of me
I’m trying to stand tall after every fall
Because after all it’s only gonna be just me
I promise I remember the sinking feeling that led me here
And I swear I’m gonna run into these mountains
And I’m never coming back
Moving on is the only option I have left