Come On, Guys

Love how you disappear, if I need you
You're sleeping, I get that, I want you to know that I try
To figure out, where I'm going
And where I'm sleeping, and how much emotion is showing
And one can only imagine the things that you think of

I want to see the country, without goodbyes
But I can't afford that, so fuck my life

And all these guessing games
And they all just feel the same, and I'm sorry

When did I leave the seventh grade?

You feel sick, I'm tired, I don't even know what to say
My words can't make my problems go away

You say I lose things, that I can't find
There's no more covers, left to hide in
You say I'm lazy, incompetent, I'm always too tired to try
Everyone's stuck, living their "skewed up version of life"
And now I have a job, and Bobby's living in Tallahassee
I wish I had tried more

And all these guessing games
And they all just feel the same, and I'm sorry

When did I stop thinking this way?

I feel sick, I'm tired, I don't even know what to say
Your words can't make my problems go away

And all these guessing games
And they all just feel the same, and I'm sorry

When do I stop feeling this way?

I feel sick, you're tired, we don't even know what to say
My words can't make my problems go away