S F D D

When I close my eyes, I can see
When they’re open, I can’t breathe
I think my senses are working against me
I went with intuition but it led me to nothin'
Ahh, ain’t that somethin'
So all the kids in the room (Pick it up, pick it up)
Giving up their youth (Give it up, give it up)
I pick the spirit up by raising the red cup
But there’s never enough
So let me hear you say
Shit, fuck, damn it, damn it
They’ll never understand it
Just pick your feet up like you’ll never remember it
Shit, fuck, damn it, damn it
They’ll never understand it
Just pick your feet up like you’ll never remember
A damn thing
When I’m at the top, I am found
But my hands are still bound
I think we’re living on a tape getting rewound
Don’t want to give up but I’m hitting a brick wall
And now I’m waiting for the fall
So all the kids in the room (Pick it up, pick it up)
Giving up their youth (Give it up, give it up)
I pick the spirit up by raising the red cup
But there’s never enough
So let me hear you say
Shit, fuck, damn it, damn it
They’ll never understand it
Just pick your feet up like you’ll never remember it
Shit, fuck, damn it, damn it
They’ll never understand it
Just pick your feet up like you’ll never remember
A damn thing
Like they’ll never remember a damn thing
Shit! Fuck! Damn it! Damn it!