well id travel across the country,
if i thought id be back with you.
If i hadnt already died, in my bedroom.
Id get a better sense of person
id be who my mum wants to see
id care less about me.
I bet i never travel the country
i bet i never leave my room
i bet i never make anyone proud
with what i do
well i died in my bedroom,
about 15 weeks ago, i caved in my skull,
while my brain was filled with smoke
my phone-screen lights up and once again
im reminded that you are everything,
and i am the most pointless being in existence.
I wonder if being nothing is a bad thing,
whether theres anything wrong with smoking large amounts of weed
and passing time in my bedroom.
I find it hard to picture a God that doesnt love you
but there is so much wrong with you, that it doesnt add up.
ive come to the realisation if i have no feelings of love
towards the people im supposed to,
its probably because i dont.
Theres no amount of false ties to this city,
or bloodlines in my veins that can change the way i feel,
or maybe im just selfish.
maybe ill go home and ill be more than just a problem child
maybe ill go to uni and get a life
maybe ill move on and get some sense in my mind
maybe id be worth a second of your precious time.
well i died in my bedroom,
about 15 weeks ago, i caved in my skull,
while my brain was filled with smoke
well i died in my bedroom,
about 15 weeks ago, i caved in my skull,
while my brain was filled with smoke