Mad All the Time

I struggle in most of my songs about how deep to get
But before I can make up my mind
I'm at the bottom of the deep end out of breath
I'm tired all the time
I'm cutting my own line

Writers block has building blocks
And built these walls around me
And I don't feel lucky in here
Buried in my head
I'm seeing red and nothing else

I feel mad all the time, mad all the time
Mad all the time, mad all the time
Mad all the time, mad all the time
Mad all the time, mad all the time

I'm afraid of heights but I'm done with this place
So I want to go up
Until we run out of space, yeah
I feel like I expired in Houston last year
Watching my friends finish college while I'm all alone out here
I'm tired all the time
I'm cutting my own line

Writers block has building blocks
And built these walls around me
And I don't feel lucky in here
Buried in my head
I'm seeing red and nothing else

I feel mad all the time, mad all the time
Mad all the time, mad all the time
Mad all the time, mad all the time
Mad all the time, mad all the time
Mad all the time, mad all the time
Mad all the time, mad all the time
Mad all the time, mad all the time
Mad all the time, mad all the time

My sneezing fits will never let me focus
My brains and my hands entirely both know this
I feel most safe in my bedroom
Climb the walls of my headroom
So keep out of my room 'cause
I think I've seen enough of you today, today today

My sneezing fits will never let me focus
My brains and my hands entirely both know this
I feel most safe in my bedroom
Climb the walls of my headroom
So keep out of my room 'cause
I think I've seen enough of you today, today today today

Writers block has building blocks
And built these walls around me
And I don't feel lucky in here
Buried in my head
I'm seeing red and nothing else

I feel mad all the time, mad all the time
Mad all the time, mad all the time
Mad all the time, mad all the time
Mad all the time, mad all the time
Mad all the time, mad all the time
Mad all the time, mad all the time
Mad all the time, mad all the time
Mad all the time, mad all the time

Writers block has building blocks
And built these walls around me
And I don't feel lucky in here
Buried in my head
I'm seeing red and nothing else