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"Can't Help If We are Both Drowning"
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2008 And Sleep is my friendly medicine
Want to doze off to deranged worlds
Sleep is a prescription
Labeled by know it all doctors
Well I guess everyone is a witch doctor that gives my hopeless mind symptoms
Because sleep is my friendly medicine
It counter balances angst roots and depression
There’s never any money
No ends meat, only rotten honey
You call me lazy, but look at your history
Bill after bill excites your anxiety
Debt relief is a foolish task
Just an every day cry of the working class
You see a sad face again
You hear me play my sad songs that heal me again
You complain that I’m too much for you
But every time we talk, it’s all about you
I’m naturally peaceful
When I am calm, I’m like a monk
But I’m overwhelmed with people’s negative energy
And I when I feel yours, I’m about to snap
I’m tapping out, your issues just cross-fade, no doubt
If it’s not me, it’s someone else
If it’s not someone else, it’s me again
Same old issues recycled, your judgment always sucked into a black hole from a former star named Lovely
Yet suddenly you tell me you’re suffering from the same old depression that has us all
And you want me to help you…
Am I’m going crazy?
How much more advice must I give someone before I think they’re “koo..kwazy”
I’m sorry, I’m not that lazy
Life is hectic but you must finally hear my advice to relax
Yet I’m sympathetic, always caring, never giving up
I will help you, but I won’t try to so hard
Because in the end no on gives a fuck
And I’ll point you to the shore cause we’re swimming ducks, submerged in water filled with sharks
