Well This Sucks ft. Stomach Book Lyrics

Well this sucks

I'm stuck here

Another sleepless fucking night where I can't get my head clear

I'm not closing my eyes until I set shit right

But my brain and my hands, they just

Fight! Fight! Fight! Fight!

Til the end

Can't wind down

And I mean every slurred word that comes outta my mouth

I'll make it or I won't

I'll break every last bone

Getting where I wanna be

So you'd best believe

I won't always be a let down.

Everything seems so complicated

Another moment in time where I'll step out of line

Everyone swears they should have made it we're all made out of clay, molded in different ways

Every good idea seems like it's been taken

But it's not! It can't be

So how do we know unless we try and fail

The anticipation left me without my nails and every last chord out of my hands seems so stale

But I press record anyways

And always start to wale

One more time

Even though I'm rotting in hell

I'll pretend I'm just fine

Even if I don't have any good ideas left

I promise I'll beat this old horse

Beat it to death

Try again

Yeah, I know

I give all that I have

Get so little to show

This shits so miserable

It's the same for us all

Life can take my legs but til it takes my arms I'll Crawl! Crawl! Crawl! Crawl! Crawl!

I'm just making a fool of myself

What a great conman

I'm a fraud, I'm a failure, yeah that's just who I am

It never matters, it's true

Not a thing that I do

Cause I'm in my own head

And I'm screwed

Yeah I'm so fuckin screwed

Everything seems so complicated

Another moment in time where I'll step out of line

Everyone swears they should have made it we're all made out of clay, molded in different ways

Every good idea seems like it's been taken

But it's not! It can't be

So how do we know unless we try and fail

The anticipation left me without my nails and every last chord out of my hands seems so stale

But I press record anyways

And always start to