What I fear isn't death, it's livin the rest
of this life feelin fuckin depressed
I got bitter old emotions stuck in my chest, I'm fuckin
Sick of feelin like I'm always stuck at this desk
Editin editin what I call my new album
But it's startin to feel pretty old, I count 'em
The days I’ve been workin on this shit
But I’m not movin, stuck in a ditch
When I move my finger you can hear the trigger click
But I’m firin blanks into the mist
Lost in a lighthouse, can’t find the switch
Like an alcoholic in a haze, forever pissed
Yearnin for a lover never really had a real kiss
Can’t remember all the times I used to feel bliss
Lotta magic in the world but I just feel shit
Lotta love to go around but I can’t feel it
Keep your flame burnin
You never know when the seasons will be turnin, turnin, turnin, turnin
It’s not that I’m drownin, it’s just that I’m floatin
It’s not that I’m thrivin, it’s just that I’m copin
I’m not livin wide open, trapped in a
Glass elevator clutchin at a gold token
I’m definitely not livin wide open
Nah, I’m just a little bit broken
My life's occupied by music and liquor
Nicotine and coffee to make the day go quicker
Every day my hair grow thicker, wait, no, thinner, flap-
jack and a bag o’ Nik Naks that ain't no dinner
Every day the worst choice I make’s the winner, God-
-Damn I love the sin I fuckin hate the sinner, paint
Me in a beautiful light, make me lifelike
Nothin that I do ever seems to be quite right
Except when I stay up late into the night tryna
Type a lot o’ shite, that I’d like to spit on the mic
That’s right, I fuckin type the night away but ninety
Percent of the lyrics never see the light of day
Alright, okay, Rebel, we get it
You’re tryin’ to say your life is pathetic
Yeah, that’s the one, looks like you just guessed it
That’s what I always spit ‘cause it’s hard to digest it
Keep your flame burnin
You never know when the seasons will be turnin, turnin, turnin, turnin
It’s not that I’m drownin
It’s just that I’m floatin
It’s not that I’m thrivin
It’s just that I’m copin
I’m not livin wide open, trapped in a
Glass elevator clutchin at a gold token
I’m definitely not livin wide open
I’m more than a little bit broken