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It's beginning to feel like the end times
I think I'll waste away in bed
Cause every time i read the news it's Armageddon in my head
I guess i could've just been more compliant
I could've put faith into these hands
Instead I buried them in guilt of things i still don't understand

And isn't it strange to think that there are bones beneath your skin
I guess it makes me feel like a more practical invention
So maybe there's a God, I don't know
But do you really think he built out bodies whole
I have to think that the parts are out there somewhere if we only have the guts to leave our homes
I know i fucking don't

And this is how almost every day ends with me figuring everything out
And every new one begins with the new thing I've found to be sad about
And I hate the way that I only write sad songs
I don't get that thrill like I used to
And I hate these overly romantic depictions of depression
And I hate that I'm part of that too
But searching for the will to change anything at all is useless

It's beginning to feel mostly hopeless
How long can I wander through these halls
Suffocating for a living is not where I see myself at all
But I can't lie, my comfort has a cost
And if the world is ending I might be better off
I might be better off

And this is how almost every day ends with me figuring everything out
And every new one begins with the new thing I've found to be sad about
And I hate the way that I only write sad songs
I don't get that thrill like I used to
And I hate these overly romantic depictions of depression
And I hate that I'm part of that too
But searching for the will to change anything at all makes me sick

Bury me, maybe I'll grow into something of use to you
I'll be a tree, I will stand up for once
And you can hide in my hollows when you feel as useless as I have this month
And you can climb my branches to better days
Starting to grow into something that you can't save