Lackluster

I’ve opened up to strangers
I’ve told the whole goddamned truth
To those I’ll never see again
And I find comfort in
Someone out there knows me
Better than I’ll ever know myself
And I’m comfortable with that

I spent my entire fucking life
Worrying what other people thought of me
I put their opinions up on a pedestal
And the chainsaw cuts my feet
Rusted gears wearing down the teeth
Exposing my bones and my true lackluster potential

But the burden of these
City lights will serve as a reminder
Whoa-oh! Whoa-oh!
Yeah the burden of these
City lights will serve as a reminder
Oh I’m wasting, I’m wasting away
Choking on self-apathy
Oh I’m wasting, I’m wasting away
A fucking joke, I’m a parody
Oh I’m wasted, I’m wasted today
These nights are my therapy

And these songs won’t save the world
But they’ll save me
I’ve driven one hundred thousand miles
Circling this God-forsaken neighborhood
One day I swear I’m gonna get out of here
But the anchor begins to rust
Self-made promises turn to dust
And the days they turn to weeks, to months, to years

Because you can’t put a price
On the head of man who is dying
No you can’t put a price
On the head of a man who is dying

Oh I’m wasting, I’m wasting away
Choking on self-apathy
Oh I’m wasting, I’m wasting away
A fucking joke, I’m a parody
Oh I’m wasted, I’m wasted today
These nights are my therapy
And these songs won’t save the world
But they’ll save me

I'll live and die
I'll live and die
I'll live and die where I reside