
I didn’t want to get out bed this morning
But I got out anyway
Should I be annoyed that life is a pointless paper chase
Or revved to ride another day
I got a yearning in my gut
Torment that accrues with each passing sun
Should I be so sad that it makes me sick
Or high off the fight that makes my bones thick
Sometimes I feel like I got nothing worth to give
Nothing worth the push and pull of living this life to end
I fantasize a life that I don’t have to talk me in
When I can wake up knowing it’s gonna be a win
I don’t know what it’ll take
to get me off that pearly fence
All I know is I’m alive
And it don’t have to make much sense
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