I keep waking up every day thinking that something's gotta change
Or will I be here stuck forever
I keep waiting on things instead of living and something's gotta break
Or someone, please tell God I'm leaving
I keep hearing these voices from the ceiling saying everything's ok
Or maybe it will be tomorrow
I keep thinking that maybe by drinking I'll make it through the day
Or maybe I will drown while trying
I keep thinking that everything's breaking and who am I now
Since nothing's kept me reconstructing
And I know that someday it'll all catch up to me
And it'll have all been a dream
But that won't stop the dying