All alone on a Saturday night
My eyes are heavy
I think I've lost my sight
It's such a shame
To let the time slip away
The hours pass
But I cant try to escape
My Generation
Stuck on their
Self Medication
We Count the days
Like walking on a tightrope
to feel alive
But I'm riding on my own high.
Give it up for me
Give it up for all your friends see
We're more than just the liars
The fighters
defending social insecurity
Young and stupid
Bored and careless
Here's to the promises
Broken
and bent
Forget it all
Set it aside
I Shoot the sky for a sign
Painted in glitter and wine tonight
Bittersweet sour hearts on the rocks
Filled to the brims of our cups
To survive
La la la la la la
My Generation
Stuck on their
Self Medication
We Count the days
Like walking on a tightrope
to feel alive
But I'm riding on my own high.