Punch a hole in your coffin and let you breathe
You’ve been living in your bed
Dead between the sheets
I know you get tired of finding yourself
God it must be nice to be fine
And move on to something else
God it must be nice to feel fine
And be happy with yourself
God it must be nice to get by
And not be bad for your own health
God it must be nice to be alright
And not wanna destroy yourself
Isn’t it efficient, how I starve just to eat all my own words
I’ll be fine once I makе it but I have to get therе first
You and I, we’re disasters shaped like big bright stars
Fucking everything up
No matter where we are