I stare out windows and wonder What it's like outside like I lack the ability to find The motivation to carry me to the door Think I'll just smoke some more Holding tight, searching aimlessly For something that doesn't exist But I'll just keep trying To hold my breath A little bit longer What the heck? I'm at the corner of fuck this and everything else And I'm not asking for help but I feel like I just got my ass kicked In a bare knuckle boxing match I didn't stand a chance in The last few months just seem to drag on and on and on and on I mix overthinking and sad car rides What could possibly go wrong? Burned out bright, yearning shamelessly For love in every 80s flick So we'll keep implying we're not depressed Until it all collapses What the heck?