[Intro]
Ha no, here we go

[Verse 1: Jesse Sendejas, Whitney Flynn & Both]
I try not to give a fuck about the little things
Yet still every particle of pressure got my psyche circling the drain
But shit, I can’t complain, compared to many folks I've got it great
So, why's it always seem that everything was better yesterday?

Sure, I suppose that I could down another fifth to help myself forget
Pocket the grenade and pull the pin
But giving in is overrated
And I’m sick of being faded
And I’d like my epitaph to read, they made it
So, we’ll have to wipe the…

[Chorus: Jesse Sendejas, Whitney Flynn & Both]
Sweat from our brows
Tears from our eyes
Booze from our mouths
I know shit's going south but we got this
Just as long as we don’t cave to the escape route
Just chug along and everything will play out fine

Or maybe it won't, maybe we're fucked
Maybe we’re born to die and all shit out of luck
Plus, it does feel a bit narcissistic to deny our existence
Is an accident congealed from the dust
[Instrumental Break]

[Verse 2: Jesse Sendejas, Whitney Flynn & Both]
How I’d love to find myself some solace in some Pollyannaish paradise and view the glass half full
But it’s just so difficult to not fill every glass in sight with booze
I’ve got so many self-inflicted bullet wounds in both my feet
That it’s a miracle I ever leave the bed to walk the streets
But when I do, a wave of panic washes over me and shrivels up my lungs
Can’t seem to act the way I’m supposed to be without catching a buzz
Meaning is tough to find when anchored to a drug
So, I hold dear the hope with work one day I'll live a life unplugged and wipe the…

[Chorus: Jesse Sendejas, Whitney Flynn & Both]
Sweat from our brows
Tears from our eyes
Booze from our mouths
I know shit's going south but we got this
Just as long as we don’t cave to the escape route
Just chug along and everything will play out fine

Or maybe it won’t, maybe we’re screwed
Maybe we’re just arbitrary blips all born to lose
Maybe searching for meaning or hope to deny life is pointless
And this consciousness shit’s all a ruse

[Post-Chorus: Jesse Sendejas, Whitney Flynn & Both]
For every happy thought I’ve ever had, there dwells a voice within my head
That speaks to sabotage my comfort with an existential dread
Oh, how nice it’d be to just enjoy one day without the vacuum of anxiety to suck the fun away like…
"it’s a gorgeous day outside — too bad that everyone I know will die"
"It doesn’t matter what we leave behind"
"We’re all standing in place just launching arrows at the sky"
"The finish line of this rat race is just our imminent demise"
See what I mean?