Oh I don't say much, and they wonder why
Oh I don't play much, I'm no fun so I keep drifting out of conscious
Drifting out of conscious
So I'm out of options, I said I'm out of options
Oh it may seem I'm in a daydream
Through the day, I don't know what to say
When I close my eyes, it's like I'm in flight
I'm high as a kite
Got a big black cloud over my head, so it don't matter too much what I said
I can try and stay open-minded, but it all feels the same when I'm writing
I'm a waster, can't face up to my life so I just say stuff in my mic I'm on a wavelength
No saving, no saving
Sometimes I cannot reply, I am in the sky, nothing on my mind
Then I'm stuck under the earth, nowhere to be heard, shit I don't deserve
I have good days, I have bad ones, happy ones and sad ones, usually the last ones
People tell me I'm just angsty, get over be happy say they understand me