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