Drink Milk and Run

I said, "No, It's not just a little different"
At this point, I hope I don't
Wife up or have any children
Shining things mean nothing
Smoke, my lungs black and blistered
Mapped out the dead skin and hair, we're old
At least that's how it feels
We won't be okay, and I know, fuck it

You're not in control
No one expects any good to unfold
Feel I'm already a ghost
Stay awake for nothing now
Not rich enough to make a sound

You'd say, "No, it's your fault if you're indifferent"
Then what should I do? I'm broke
Whoever says "Pull yourself up by the bootstraps" is a fucking joke
(It's not just a little different)

You're not in control
No one expects any good to unfold
Feel I'm already a ghost
Stay awake for nothing now
Not rich enough to make a sound

Comatose
Burning inside of my home
Lose all hope
Dying at 30 years old
Stay awake for nothing now
Not rich enough to fix myself
(Or anything else)

Speaking low
Do what I'm told
Those steel tipped boots with broken toes
(It's not just a little different)
It's not just a little different
Don't wife up or have any children

You're not in control
No one expects any good to unfold
Feel I'm already a ghost
Stay awake for nothing now
Not rich enough to make a sound

Comatose
Burning inside of my home
Lose all hope
Dying at 30 years old
Stay awake for nothing now
Not rich enough to stick around

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