these days were recorded on poorly mixtapes
all laughter and tears gone by like a flu
depressed and frustrated with too much to prove
piles of pretty ambition were flushed down the drain
stuck in the past
walking a thousand miles without leaving this place
solid procrastination to avoid any decision
stuck in the past
time is collapsing
hopeful in a desperate way
drugged without surprise
the gravity of blown up dreams in their orbit of demise
looking for something else to fill the void within'
run climb and crawl
but life is a bottomless pit