Lyrics
You won't like anything that I'm about to say
You may not appreciate what I am going to express
One more day, one more day, fuck one more day
Expressing frustration with the idea of enduring one more day
Meet me at our favorite bar I'll open up with a new point of view
Suggesting meeting at a familiar bar to share a new perspective
And I'll tell you that my blood has been boiling
Indicating intense emotions, possibly anger or frustration
Well give me two more shots and all the weed you got
Requesting two shots and marijuana to alter mental state
In thirty minutes time I'm in the right state of mind
Expecting an altered mental state within thirty minutes
To tell you how I'm feeling to tell you that I'm scared
Expressing a desire to share feelings, admitting fear
To go back to the house because I know that you're there
Avoiding returning home due to the presence of someone
You think you've got it bad you don't know shit
Challenging someone else's perspective, asserting personal hardship
Try to get somewhere In a place that don't forget
Struggling to make progress in an unforgiving environment
Everything you've ever done your destiny, your fate
Reflection on one's past actions and their impact on fate
Controlled by every flaw every one of your mistakes
Suggesting that flaws and mistakes influence one's destiny
I know you've got a record I want to set it straight
Acknowledging someone's record and expressing a desire for clarity
But with all these barriers I fear I am to late
Feeling hindered by obstacles, fearing it's too late to resolve issues
For any understanding for any empathy
Expressing a lack of understanding or empathy
I fucking hate me, fucking hate me
Strong self-hatred or frustration
So give me two more shots and all the weed you've got
Repeating the request for substances to alter mental state
In thirty minutes time I'm in the right state of mind
Expecting a shift in mental state within thirty minutes
To tell you how I'm feeling to tell you that I'm scared
Reiterating the desire to share feelings, admitting fear
To go back to the house
Avoiding returning home
This morning I felt bad for you but all afternoon I wanted to rip your heart in two
Initial sympathy turns to a desire to cause emotional pain
That would match mine now that would match mine now
Desiring emotional alignment, possibly through pain
Don't start talking I'm not listening now I'm tuning you out
Refusing to engage in conversation, actively tuning out
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