This Is Fine.

Everything is burning in the flames How can I complain when I am doing just the same? Yeah, no shot! I just pretend and ignore While I'm doing all I can to convince my legs to stand Or to lift a single hand, but all commands have been erased All of my money to help my focus shift It didn't help so here I sit, blaming myself for all of this When I didn't have to Found a match and I lit it How the hell have I been? (Okay) I've been sitting by the Skyrim (for days) Slowly wasting away to nothing I built a giant list with all the things I want to change After countless hours spent I got distracted, and I never played the game Yeah that's my life story God damn I'm so fucking boring I'm burning through the days Every week bursts into flames And the months they keep on melting until I truly feel that All my years have disappeared And have been pissed away my money To help my focus shift It didn't help so here I sit, blaming myself for all of this When I didn't have to I took the match and I lit it My roots have grown down My last chance has long gone sailing to an unknown town Far away from all my failings I'm on my own now Left alone, desperately inhaling smoke Destiny is making jokes I think that fate has failed me now My friends are out on my front porch But I just sit and ignore them I'm burning through the days Every week bursts into flames And the months they keep on melting Until I truly feel that all my years have disappeared And nothing's ever gonna change Is all that's in my name Burn through all my money to distract me from the pain Yeah, no shot! I'm depleted, and I've conceded Someone from the future must be pissing on my grave 'Cause it always seems to pour every time it fucking rains Yeah, that's my life story Yeah, it always seems to pour every time it fucking rains I'm so fucking boring I think someone from the future must be pissing on my grave Yeah, that's my life story And I've gotta feeling that this shit will never change Yeah, no shot! They're breaking down my front door And I'm face down on the floor They drag me outside, it's pouring Does fate speak in metaphors?