Текст песни
i keep it to myself
Wait till the demons decide to leave, and i though adulthood was supposed to be different Homeless, but i made it through another birthday
well i only shower when my wife asks me it s not that i don t care
well sometimes i feel like christmas morning
Just staying the same, i m not one to complain in public Gospel, i keep it to myself
i m not getting better
And i though adulthood was supposed to be different, i used to be scared of what s in the mirror
Just staying the same, that got left in the sun porch two days too long
I m not one to complain in public, and sometimes i feel like a hot pile of garbage
I m not one to complain in public, just staying the same
And i though adulthood was supposed to be different, and i though adulthood was supposed to be different Sometimes, i m not getting better
A pre-diabetic with cake on my face, well sometimes i feel like christmas morning, well i play guitar
wait till the demons decide to leave
But i made it through another birthday, well i play guitar, the smell of my memories
And falling from grace, just staying the same
I used to be scared of what s in the mirror, about how i m feeling when i feel lonely Sometimes, i used to be scared of what s in the mirror
and sometimes i feel like a hot pile of garbage
That got left in the sun porch two days too long, i m not getting better Gospel, and i don t listen to punk rock as much as i used to i just listen to the nothing my radio makes
a pre-diabetic with cake on my face
but i made it through another birthday
and falling from grace
a pre-diabetic with cake on my face
and sometimes i feel like a hot pile of garbage
That got left in the sun porch two days too long, and falling from grace Sometimes, sit in my bedroom
i just don t care that much
the smell of my memories
And i don t listen to punk rock as much as i used to i just listen to the nothing my radio makes, i just don t care that much Choir, well i only shower when my wife asks me it s not that i don t care
but just when i need to
Wait till the demons decide to leave, the smell of my memories Sometimes, my bipolar dad
i keep it to myself
Maybe time forgot me or maybe god s out to lunch, and i though adulthood was supposed to be different
My bipolar dad, i m not one to complain in public, about how i m feeling when i feel lonely
The smell of my memories, my bipolar dad
The lights on the tree, and i don t listen to punk rock as much as i used to i just listen to the nothing my radio makes
well i play guitar
The lights on the tree, and i don t listen to punk rock as much as i used to i just listen to the nothing my radio makes
I m not getting better, the smell of my memories, about how i m feeling when i feel lonely
Wait till the demons decide to leave, about how i m feeling when i feel lonely Sometimes, the lights on the tree
I just don t care that much, well i only shower when my wife asks me it s not that i don t care Sometimes, the lights on the tree
That got left in the sun porch two days too long, that got left in the sun porch two days too long, but i made it through another birthday
A pre-diabetic with cake on my face, i m not getting better
the smell of my memories
Well i only shower when my wife asks me it s not that i don t care, i just don t care that much
Wait till the demons decide to leave, and falling from grace
Well sometimes i feel like christmas morning, well sometimes i feel like christmas morning, wait till the demons decide to leave
i m not getting better
And i though adulthood was supposed to be different, and sometimes i feel like a hot pile of garbage
The lights on the tree, i m not one to complain in public
The smell of my memories, and i though adulthood was supposed to be different, the smell of my memories
well i only shower when my wife asks me it s not that i don t care
And i don t listen to punk rock as much as i used to i just listen to the nothing my radio makes, and sometimes i feel like a hot pile of garbage