My Stomach Feels Like My Throats Been Cut

'Cause I might just get wrecked
I’m fuckin' broke
At the moment
I’m lost
I’ve got no hope
Of making a nice success of myself
Oh no
This is me
Oh, is this me?
Physically
This is me
This is me
Oh, is this me?
Pathetically
This is me
If this is what I meant by being blissfully content
Empty pockets and an empty stomach
I’m more deluded then I ever pretended to be
What a waste, what a waste, what a waste I’ve witnessed
If I tried could’ve been, could’ve been more than this
Woo!
I’ll fold 'cause I’m faulted
I’ll hold 'cause I’ve halted
It’s a pixelated way to say
I’m on the way out
And I’ll grow when I’m crushed
And I’ll talk when I’m touched
And It’s a civilised way
Of trying to speak and not shout