Jump_Scare_-_Acoustic

Engines ready
Just turned twenty
Carved my life with my own hands
And that got messy
That was fun, that was steady
I was young, and now it's heavy

Good for nothing
Twenty-something
Pull your feet up, be a husband
Not just yet though, you're not ready
Get a car, and get it runnin'
Run the red light, take the sharp right
Now you've crashed into the headline
I'm Mr Fucking Overdrive

And I'm so sorry, I'm just not quite there
And next week is another fucking jump scare
And I'm glad, after I die
I won't be there to watch you lie

Fuck it
That's the bucket
Full of shit you didn't do
Thirty-somеthing is the beatdown car
That runs on nightmare fuеl
But you don't see that
You're not sleeping
You broke your pattern just this weekend

Chunks of me in every bar
Now I can't pull myself together
Rather I'll just drag you down as soon as you start feeling better
Does that mean that you can call me
Mr Fucking Trendsetter?

So sorry, I'm just not quite there
And next week is another fucking jump scare
And I'm glad, after I die, I won't be there to watch you

Catch depression
It's a boomerang
But it tells you it's a frisbee
Rather tells you it's that short-term, no-ties, toxic solidarity
Do you lie about your love affair?
Swear you got it all in control
Enough to be so self-aware
To never need get diagnosed

For twenty years
The system's done investments
And now you've passed the contract term
And they're knocking for collection
Done the brainwash, cleaned you up
Now it's your watch to go get fucked
Tell the kids that they should focus
Life will hit like them like it's done for you

And I'm so sorry, I'm just not quite there
And next week is another fucking jump scare
And I'm glad, after I die, I won't be there to watch you lie

And I'm so sorry, I'm just not quite there
And next week is another fucking jump scare
And I'm glad, after I die
I won't be there to watch you lie

And I'm so sorry, I'm just not quite there
And next week is another fucking jump scare
And I'm glad, after I die
I won't be there to watch you lie

And I'm so sorry, I'm just not quite there
And next week is another fucking jump scare
And I'm glad, after I die
I won't be there to watch you lie

And I'm so sorry, I'm just not quite there
And next week is another fucking jump scare
And I'm glad, after I die
I won't be there to watch you lie

(And I'm so sorry, I'm just not quite there)
(And next week is another fucking jump scare)
(And I'm glad, after I die)
(I won't be there to watch you...)