You've Got The Maps Backwards, Matt

Sometimes I'm awake
Thinkin' about fuckin' things up for myself again
So relax and sit there
My organs know I mean well
Even though they're all gone, but they're content

Drivin' up north headin' towards nothin'
Just for a fake laugh and a stupid smile
I never asked to see 'lost' painted on your forehead
Looking forward, it's been taunting me for a while

Sometimes I'm in front of the street noticing my face in the paint
This is hell, this is far, this is human
This is something where no one ever gains

What's there to do, I couldn't even tell you
Everything keeps spinning letting me know
That something doesn't feel right
And it's sitting in my chest feelin' so low
It's been black outside for days now
I hope the end of the week gets here quick
So there is nothing left to question
Not even the God that I told to quit

Oh, I'm seein' the drearyness in this
Oh, I'm believin' now that I can't fix this
Oh, I'm seein' the drearyness in this
Oh, I'm believin' now that I can't fix this
Oh, I'm seein' the drearyness in this
Oh, I'm believin' now that I can't fix this
Oh, I'm seein' the drearyness in this
Oh, I'm believin' now that I can't fix this