Текст песни (Bonus) Not Good Enough - MS2013

How my life been, four days in a week
Catch me in the streets eyes looking mean
Reel it in, get inside again, dusty old den, voice for a pen
Outta pennies, fuck your Hollywood cash and Henny
31, never ready
Stuck in my twenties, the world, boy never get it
Bipolar, now I've said it, should have been clear from the start
I'm an empty mall
No one around, nothing in store
Goals they fade, of course they do, nothing I make stays true, that we knew
Golden stains mixed with broken ways, broken ways, broken ways, broken ways, yeah

Which would I rather, be dead or someone who matters?
In a ditch where I matter
My soul let it shatter, my skull bag it, throw it away
Let my thoughts sail today
Let my, let my, let my, sail today