Fix This

I've been lost here for way too long

Tires spinning in the mud

Everything shakes me like a hit and run

So I give up 'fore I've begun

I feel like a cross my mother carries

So I bury my head in my hands

'Til the tears come

Softly flowing

I've been blowing off my friends again

Clutching to my vices in defense

I've been giving in completely

To the paralytic greeting

Of the latest irritating viral trend

Can I fix this by myself

Can I fix this by myself

I hate this place now but it's where I'm from

Pastor preaches with a loaded gun

Had my wings clippеd when I was young

Icarus without a sun

I feel like a cross my mother carriеs

So I bury my head in my hands

'Til the tears come

Softly flowing

I've been blowing off my friends again

Clutching to my vices in defense

I've been giving in completely

To the paralytic greeting

Of the latest irritating viral trend

Can I fix this by myself

Can I fix this by myself

Can I fix this by myself

Can I fix this by myself