Lyrics
So let me get this straight
I’m not dead just half awake
And I buried every bottle in the place
Drink up tomorrow
Here’s your glass of sorrow
It’s a party at the end of ” the “apocalypse
Where do we go from here
You getting lost -don’t let us disappear
Don’t listen to that voice
That voice in the back of your head
Telling you your better off dead
Where do we go from here
Don’t tell me I’m not make it
Dear diary - I’m paranoid
I think might have fucked my life away
We Pop pills.....it’s getting worse
There’s gotta be a better way
Chorus
9 to 5
In a thankless life
I’m just medicating to get by
Punch the clock and laid off the next
Don’t worry man I got my only fans
Where do we go from here
You getting lost -don’t let us disappear
Don’t listen to that voice
That voice in the back of your head
Telling you your better off dead
Where do we go from here