
‘Fuck it’ is such a dangerous thing to say
It’s like saying ‘I got this’ when I’ve lost my sanity
Change happens against my will
No matter how much I want my way
When I try to go back
it pushes me forward
as I fall flat on my face
But running from the past is like trying to see the future
I always wake up in the same place
Stuck in my head
with a bottle in my hand
My thinking messed me up again
Cuz I said ‘Fuck it’
When I should have said grace
And I lost my will to move on
Stuck in quick sand kicking
When I should have stayed still
And reached for the nearest arm
And I said ‘I got this’
when I should’ve bout faced
And listened rather than talking that chase
Stuck in my head got me going insane
My thinking messed me up again
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