Текст песни Spent - Buck Bowen

I wanted to kill myself a week ago
But now I'm feeling fine in fact I'm super happy, that's how the sequence goes
It's a long road to travel but the ride is short
Sometimes the negativity hits me get me on life support

What a fucking mess, overwhelmed under stress
Try to look for the right move but only nothing's left
No puedo respirar pero tengo que ganar
La vida se apesta pero que mas da

It's a new day but it's cloudy, I'm doubting
I know the sun's still shining just not around me
What can I say I feel myself decay
Checking in the mirror to see death reflected in my face

I'm reminded, of the limited time that
I get to spend before my life ends
So I should probably spend it wisely
But for now I guess I'll fuck off and continue whining

27,000 days in the average lifespan
I got like 13,514 left
Shit freaks me out, that's almost half
But the question is what will I do with the math

Just relax and keep jerking my dick
Or put my nose to the grindstone and work this shit
But see that's part of the problem, extreme thinking
Like dude just do the next thing in the sequence

It's not all or nothing so don't get hung up on that dumb shit
Doesn't have to be this massive thing you just did
Looking back I see the travesty of what if
Laughing at the madness coming at me bout to jump ship

I ain't feeling nothing like a numb lip
But results don't care about my feelings so get it done quick
Or I can bitch and whine
But success only appears across the finish line