Prospects Lyrics

Some of us are happy

But so many just feel down

We try to swim up to the surface

But we're pretty sure we'll drown

They are mostly disappointed

Tho we try to make them proud

And when we try to raise out voices

Were told not to be so loud

So we escape to our rooms

Though they just barge in so upset

While were just sitting the just breathing

Or just laying on the bed

Thinking 'bout the world

And where being here has lead

And though we try our fucking hardest

We just cannot get head

You talk about my future

What if I want none

What sort of world makes

Being dead seem much more fun

All this time that I have wasted

Makes morbid things fill my mind

Though I probably couldn't care less

Barely breathing is just fine

Grab my favorite sweater

Bring some comfort down to hell

Lay my head down on the table

Though all i want to do is yell

You talk about my future

What if I want none

What sort of world makes