I still curse god
When something doesn't go my way
Although I claim to not believe in any deities or saints
So I guess
That makes me some kind of hypocrite
Some stupid fucking piece of shit that don't know anything
I wish I could power down my brain
My memory
Well it never plays the hits
It always likes to reminisce on things that I'd like to forget
And I get lost
In these thoughts that come my way
They're shooting rapid fire every single day
If only I could power down my brain
A hard restart would make it all okay
It's not getting any better
But it can't get any worse
As long as things just stay the same
I guess I could make this work
I could probably make it work
'Cause I've rehearsed my lines
At least a hundred thousand times
And people they don't want the truth so you gotta learn to lie
So when someone asks me —
"Hey man, how you doing?"
I'm doing fine
