If This Is Living The Dream, Then I Want To Wake Up

Each day is the same, burdened by self-doubt
The hope fades and the fear stays
My body keeps locking me up but I want to crawl out
Spilling coffee and makeup on the floor
I don't know how I even live here anymore

Clumsy fucker with her head in the clouds
Can't even say my opinions out loud
It never even feels like the weekend anymore
If this is living the dream, then I want to wake up

You're noticing that I've become so flawed
You can't fix me I'm already gone
You tell me I should get closer to God
I just can't cling to things that don't look me in the eye

All that held meaning for me
All that had some sort of purpose
Has slipped through the cracks
And I don't know why I'm doing this
Your taste is stuck to the roof of my mouth
A wretched aftertaste that I can't get fully out

And I've got the cigarette burns on my arm
To remind me that I don't make good choices anymore
I'm fading away and I don't care
Buried in the ground, no need for air
I'm fading away and I don't care. Buried by myself, no need for air