We're stuffing rocks in our pockets
In our made march to shore
At home, cleaning our guns
And fraying our chords
We blame it all on bad luck
As we pray for the worst
We pin it all on each other
But we're our own curse
What keeps the sunshine from hitting our brains?
What keeps us all so focused on pain?
I've been punching the clock
I've been doing my time
I've been the cause of it all
I've turned my voice to a whine
What keeps the sunshine from hitting our brains?
What keeps us all so focused on pain?
What keeps the sky a perpetual gray?
What make this life the thing in our way?
I enjoy b**hing
Way more than trying
I figure ‘failure hurts'
So I'll succeed at just dying
I'm hedging my bets
But I'll venture a guess
That this is the only life we get
But it's not worth the stress
What keeps the sunshine from hitting our brains?
What keeps us all so focused on pain?
What keeps the sky a perpetual gray?
What makes this life the thing in our way?