Wasted a day again
Feel like somebody too tired to think about
What all I could have been
My hands grow numb but when I think that's when I'm feelin' it woah
The days where I get low
You are what makes it home
But we're in the same boat
You say depression puts a load on
As much as I hate that word
Feel like it makes me reevaluate my health and my self-worth
And I know that I have been worse
You say that I can be a bummer
I'll stop saying exactly what I mean
I'm working on me
I'll sing high notes
On long days
Like cheerleaders
For the losing home team
You seem sorry
Seem sorry
Seem sorry
Seem sorry
Seem sorry
Seem sorry
Woah, the days where I get low
You are what makes it home
But we're in the same boat
You say depression puts a load on