Why even bother trying when my patience is running thinner than my waist line?
And I won’t keep denying that I’m not cutting my teeth just to fill this void in my mind
I can’t keep this up, what I’ve built’s just come undone
So I’ll just
Write it all over again
Tell myself it’s a means to an end
But it’s useless (I never can) combat my lack of consciousness
I know that I’m better than this but I could care less
I always wanted to outrun my apathy
Hold a stoic contempt for the person I’m supposed to be
Traded my ambition for constant lethargy
Thought I could just save face but I was wrong
Write it all over again
Tell myself it’s a means to an end
But it’s useless (I never can) combat my lack of consciousness
I know that I’m better than this
Am I better than this?