Texty: Rehab. Southern Discomfort. It Don't Matter.

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Sittin' in traffic another day of feeling nothing
Tryin' to find somethin'
I guess it's back to ----- paint and model glue
How I die when I look at you smilin'
Lovin' life and all I know is blue
Rainy days and cold stares, broken love affairs
Everything's beautiful as long as I ain't there
I guess I wasn't meant to crack a smile
Who cares, I think I'll go to sleep for a while now

I'm barely livin' in my skin
Depression's my only friend
And I don't know where I am headed
Trying to forget where I've been
And I'm so sick of lyin'
God, please, show me that silver linen'
'cause I heard tale and I'm not well
My heads full of hell and this words a jail, but

Chorus x2
And it don't matter and I don't care
I let my pain into the air
'cause everything good's over there
And everything here's hard to bear

And as the pain begins to displace
Had it to ear level with this place
You see it on my face a state of suspended grace
Gradually, I erase and find comfort in this sickest womb
I may be present but not in the room

To whom it may consume
Melting ensembles
Bleeding chellos running through bordellos
Drama like Othello
Hidin' out from Poncharello
Dead off in the median
Fallin' apart like usual
Handin' out flyers to my funeral

And so they say that life's a play
And that all the world's a stage
And for another part I pray
The show the ends the same way every day
And my heart carries the pain
of a brain I can't explain
Am I insane? Am I insane?

Chorus x2

And everything good is gone x3
And everything bad is here x3
It doesn't really matter know does it

Chorus x2

Yeah
It's hard to bear
And everything here's hard to bear x2
Everything here's hard to bear