I’m not sad enough
I can’t shed a tear
Not when I should but I laugh when
It’s inappropriate
I like writing down
Shit that’s wrong with me
So I can set the expectations
As low as can be
I’ve got no job
I’ve got not life
I am a constant to the kids and my wife
I’m so in debt
I wanna cry
And though I’ve tried before I can’t get a drop out
The trash has overflown
The lawn is growing weeds
The days are stuck together like a magazine
The dead soldiers
Are stacked so high
I have to wade through bodies
Just fo find survivors
I can’t grow old
I don’t know how
To strike a chord without ever making a sound
You know that what
You see is what you get
Unless you’re sold
The touched up version
Rewrote
Reshape
Your highlight reel is fake
I’d rather see the best of all your faults
Lower your expectations
To raise your recreations
Lower your expectations
To raise your recreations
Lower your expectations
To raise your recreations
Lower your expectations
To raise your recreations
Lower your expectations