It's never been so crystal clear
that I've been dying six months a year
and arguing with strangers about why I'm still here.
Whoa, whoa, whoa.
And no one lets me forget questions about my relevance
and I'm starting to believe their arguments in my self-defense.
It's just my self-destructiveness and I waste wasting all my breath.
Yet it's still a mystery why I'm doubting all my chance.
All the things that I say will someday fade away,
but the message in this song has kept me saying all along.
All the things that I say will someday fade away,
but the message in this song has kept
me saying all along.
Saying all along.
Years hit like fist to face and some days
I try to replace this person with the same
God-given name.
Whoa, whoa, whoa.
Some days I shake till noon.
I try to explain to overcrowded rooms
across these states my narrow point of view.
But what can I do?
It's my self-destructiveness and I waste wasting all my breath.
Yet it's still a mystery why I'm doubting all my chance.
All the things that I say will someday fade away,
but the message in this song has kept me saying all along.
It's just my self-destructiveness and I waste wasting all my breath.
Yet it's still a mystery why I'm doubting all my chance.
All the things that I say will someday fade away,
but the message in this song has kept
me saying all along.
All the things that I say will someday fade away,
but the message
in this song has kept me saying all along.
Saying all along.
Saying all along.