Flurry Rush

Days N' Daze

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    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 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 sweat from our brows

    Tears from our eyes
    Booze from our mouths
    I know shits 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

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    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

    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
    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

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

    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?

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