Tangent

Morning to night, feel the tide
In and out, lose track of time
Hiding away
From all those faking
They’re more than sediment
Deep in their graves
I’m a mess
A fucking wreck
And there will never be a day where I’m Okay with it
Cause I can’t shake the nights I can’t sleep
Days of pure anxiety
My peace of mind is always out of reach
So how the hell are you holding up?
I can’t fake the smile enough
Late night time spent
Write songs that won’t pay the rent
I can’t catch a break
From all the bullshit swimming in my head
Lose touch with my friends
All my friends get high just to handle their life
I do what I can but I just can’t get it right
My friends get high just to handle their life
I do what I can but I just can’t find my vice
I do what I can but I just can’t get it right
I do what I can so I’ll just die here