paroles de chanson You've Got the Map Backwards, Matt (Acoustic) - Marietta

Sometimes i'm awake thinkin' about fuckin' things up for myself
Again, so relax and sit there,
My organs know i mean well,
Even though they're all gone, but they're content
Drivin' up north headin' towards nothin',
Just for a fake laugh and a stupid smile.
I never asked to see 'lost' painted on your
Forehead, looking forward, it's been taunting me for a while
Sometimes i'm in front of the street noticing my face in the paint
This is hell, this is far, this is human.
This is something where no one ever gains
What's there to do,
I couldn't even tell you, everything keeps spinning letting me know
That something doesn't feel right,
And it's sitting in my chest feelin' so low
It's been black outside for days now,
I hope the end of the week gets here quick
So there is nothing left to
Question, not even the God that i told to quit
Oh, im seein' the drearyness in this
Oh, i'm believin' now that i can't fix this