Everyday Maybes

Already obvious, like it’s the last day of my life.
And metaphors, they lost all their meanings from before.
-I talk like what you refer to as a «whore" —
And I’ve been thinkin' a while
so obvious as to why I came.
But I’m not sure how I’ve stayed in this game.
Meant to hurt you
I didn’t mean to but they hurt you
I’ve got a pocket full of change;
what do you say we run away?
So many places that I wish I never go,
you can’t call me lucky
I’d rather be playing video games at home.
And if you could sit beside me,
then we could talk for like an hour or two,
and you’d learn more about some things
like a roadtrip, a mixtape
my keys they’ve been misplaced
the dashboard’s at 80
my head feels so weighty!
And they hurt you, they always mean to
they hurt you, it’s a fallen dream
and knows her too, but hey
I’ve got a pocket full of change;
what do you say we run away?
Everyone we know’s gonna die some day;
so I try to say «I love you»
but this heart of hate;
I used to write down words
just to prove some people wrong
now I’ve made a little money on these songs,
and I’m as empty as the day is long.
Don’t go chasing dreams,
at least into the dead ends of peoples' doubts.
Don’t go making plans to talk
or have a meeting with someone who’s getting left out.
You dont' know about depression in the form of terror
I can’t sleep and I can’t eat,
I can’t lose any weight,
I swear there’s gotta be something for me;
I swear there’s gotta be something for me.