Day 39/167 Lyrics

I don't wanna read the script

I just need to introspect

Maybe I was born for this

Or maybe it's mental illness

Time is moving way too fast

I can't hold on to you or the past

Maybe I was born for this

Or maybe I'm a fucking mess

Been a weird year

Glimpses of reality I fear

Jeans feel pretty weird

Sunlight burns right through my gear

Day is 39

Miss the smell and the skyline

Things that you are saying

Don't make sense in this realm, no

I don't wanna read the script

I just need to introspect

Maybe I was born for this

Or maybe it's mental illness

Time is moving way too fast

I can't hold on to you or the past

Maybe I was born for this

Or maybe I'm a fucking mess

Bills stuck in the mailbox

Pizza boxes left behind

Bills are left unpaid

But everyone got a slice

Still, he doesn't care

Every night out for a beer

Now his father's dead

So he goes out even more often

Till everybody in this city is dead

I don't wanna read the script

I just need to introspect

Maybe I was born for this

Or maybe it's mental illness

Time is moving way too fast

I can't hold on to you or the past

Maybe I was born for this

Or maybe I'm a fucking mess

Wanna go back

I can't go back

Please take me back

I wanna go back tho

I can not go

No, I can’t go

I wanna go

But no I can‘t go, no

I wanna go

I wanna go

Please, let me go

Please, let me go

I don't wanna read the script

I just need to introspect

Maybe I was born for this

Or maybe it's mental illness

Time is moving way too fast

I can't hold on to you or the past

Maybe I was born for this

Or maybe I'm a fucking mess