EXIT BAG

Wasting away
In the same routine that I've always complained about
Because I'm led astray
By a hope that one day I'll feel sound
Because there's no change without effort
And effort isn't what I'm about

For the last few years life's a nightmare
Indifferent to it all, it's my fault that I'm here
I couldn't give a shit what they all think
That's a lie, think about it when I drink

I'd make a change
If I felt the bullshit was worth it to make it real
So I'll stay the same
The type of heartache a foxglove can't heal

Don't fucking whine
You were told when you're old you could go
And be anything you wanted to
You're a waste of time
Now you're old and you've sold all your soul
And your family now hates you
I feel it in the present
Is it too late for a redo?

For the last few years life's a nightmare
Indifferent to it all, it's my fault that I'm here
I couldn't give a shit what they all think
That's a lie, think about it when I drink

Don't go telling me these things
Like not to make the same mistakes
I know that you wanna save me
But I never wanted to be saved