Come On, Guys

[Verse 1]

Love how you disappear, if I need you

You're sleeping, I get that, I want you to know that I try

To figure out, where I'm going

And where I'm sleeping, and how much emotion is showing

And one can only imagine the things that you think of

I want to see the country, without goodbyes

But I can't afford that, so fuck my life

And all these guessing games and they all just feel the same and I'm sorry

When did I leave the seventh grade?

You feel sick, I'm tired, I don't even know what to say

My words can't make my problems go away

[Verse 2]

You say I lose things, that I can't find, there's no more covers left to hide in

You say I'm lazy, incompetent, I'm always too tired to try

Everyone's stuck, living their "skewed up version of life"

And now I have a job, and Bobby's living in Tallahassee

I wish I had tried more, I wish I had tried more, I wish I had tried more

And all these guessing games and they all just feel the same and I'm sorry

When did I stop thinking this way?

I feel sick, I'm tired, I don't even know what to say

Your words can't make my problems go away

And all these guessing games and they all just feel the same and I'm sorry

When do I stop feeling this way?

I feel sick, you're tired, we don't even know what to say

My words can't make my problems go away