The Ground Lyrics

I like lying on the ground and staring at the ceiling

Turning out the lights and waiting for the morning

Remembering every embarrassing thing I've ever said

Wondering who would find me here if I were dead

I like lying on the ground and feeling like a carpet

I could close my eyes and give in to the darkness

When the fireplace gets cold I'll grab a blanket

Cut my life up in my head and rearrange it

Thank God for making me a mess

Thank God for making me a failure

I'm not much better at my best

Maybe I'll just stay here

I like lying on the ground and scrolling through the pictures

I should probably call my parents or my sisters

There's a hundred thousand things I should probably do

Pity I can't move

Thank God for making me a mess

Thank God for making me a failure

I'm not much better at my best

Maybe I'll just stay here

My eyelids get heavy and breathing gets slow

And the world was so busy, but now it's gone cold

Does anyone miss me does anyone care at all

The clock keeps on ticking, the neighbors keep fighting

I'm tired of losing, I'm tired of trying

Everything's simple right here on the ground where I'm lying

Thank God for making me a mess

Thank God for making me a failure

I'm not much better at my best

Maybe I'll just stay here