I´ll take the weekend off
Try not to pop my clogs
Rot in my bed and do it over again
Gave up on playing god
What I was thinking of

Neglect myself focus on fixing my friends
I´m busy freaking out
To beat to turn it ´round
I tell myself I´ll work it out in the end
The mask is falling down
My eyes are heavy now
New year new me won´t cut but we can pretend

I´m holding on
But this place is too loud

We´ll all get together and disappoint them anyway
I´ll be the same
We´ll all be the same
We´re all spinning plates
We´ll crash and then we´ll medicate
It´s not the same
But we´re all the same

I´ll fry my hair to shit
And you forgot to tie your shoes
I don´t mean to offend
Just picking up on context clues
I saw you drifting off to space, sometimes I do that too
I dig your vacant face, I´d like to waste my time with you

I´m holding on
But this place is too loud

We´ll all get together and disappoint them anyway
I´ll be the same
We´ll all be the same
We´re all spinning plates
We´ll crash and then we´ll medicate

It´s not the same
But we´re all the same

Fuck this disorder
Tormented torture
This time I´m seeking
More than a weekend
Another day, another overdue diagnosis
Another pill, another bill wasted on self hypnosis
Fuck this disorder
Fuck this disorder

We´ll all get together and disappoint them anyway
I´ll be the same
We´ll all be the same
We´re all spinning plates
We´ll crash and then we´ll medicate

It´s not the same
But we´re all the same