Lyrics
I want to get out of sin city
I desire to leave the morally questionable environment of Sin City.
Don't got much fight left in me
I feel depleted of strength and resilience.
And I laid to rest my dignity
I have abandoned my self-respect and pride.
Fuck your authenticity
Disregard for your genuine self; rejecting authenticity.
And I'm not moving up
I am not progressing or improving in my life.
And my world is getting smaller
My world is becoming more confined and limited.
Through the screen that I've been holding
Observing life through a screen, perhaps metaphorical, creating distance.
It's all smoke and dust, now
All that remains is confusion and chaos.
It's not worth the peace and calm to worry
Choosing peace and calm over unnecessary worries.
Where I'll lay my head
Uncertainty about where I will find solace and rest.
Now I'm screaming from the rooftops
Expressing loudly and desperately.
Will there ever be a payoff
Questioning if there will ever be a reward or positive outcome.
Did I fuck it up, did I do something crazy
Reflecting on whether I messed things up or acted irrationally.
Did I risk it all to succumb to the mainstream
Did I risk everything to conform to mainstream expectations?
Praying for acceptance
Seeking approval from others through prayer or hope.
I can't handle the rejection
Unable to cope with rejection.
So this is the life that I thought that I wanted
Realizing that the current life is not what was desired.
Maybe I shoulda never left Boston
Regretting the decision to leave Boston.
Sold my soul to LA
Exchanged my integrity for the allure of Los Angeles.
Lost along the freeways
Feeling lost amidst the complex network of freeways.
Wasted time that don't slow down
Time wasted that cannot be recovered.
Paper trail of mistakes
A documented history of errors and misjudgments.
Can't escape my bad days
Trapped in a cycle of unfortunate days.
Maybe I'm too far gone now
Suggesting a point of no return or irreversible damage.
Should have known better
Recognizing a failure to make better choices.
I'm not the outlier
Feeling ordinary, not standing out.
Nothing in this city comes for free
Nothing valuable is easily attainable in this city.
Give me just a few months
Requesting a short period to prove oneself.
Promise I'll be someone
Promising a transformation into someone noteworthy.
Came too far to up and leave
Having invested too much to leave abruptly.
And I'm not moving up
Reiterating a lack of upward mobility.
And my world is getting smaller
Experiencing a shrinking world through a screen.
Through the screen that I've been holding
The virtual reality is now obscured and uncertain.
It's all smoke and dust, now
All that remains is confusion and chaos.
It's not worth the peace and calm to worry
Choosing peace and calm over unnecessary worries.
Where I'll lay my head
Uncertainty about where I will find solace and rest.
Now I'm screaming from the rooftops
Expressing loudly and desperately.
Will there ever be a payoff
Questioning if there will ever be a reward or positive outcome.
Did I fuck it up, did I do something crazy
Reflecting on whether I messed things up or acted irrationally.
Did I risk it all to succumb to the mainstream
Did I risk everything to conform to mainstream expectations?
Praying for acceptance
Seeking approval from others through prayer or hope.
I can't handle the rejection
Unable to cope with rejection.
So this is the life that I thought that I wanted
Realizing that the current life is not what was desired.
Maybe I shoulda never left Boston
Regretting the decision to leave Boston.
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