Holy fucking shit I'm getting tired of being me
Waking up each day is such a fucking chore

Drink away the last night's fear
And tell you what you wanna hear
Then lay in bed and be depressed some more

And I keep drinking way too much
Saying things I actually mean
Last night I told a room of strangers
Everything there is to know
About the things that haunt me in my dreams
And I'm sorry but I don't think I'm ever gonna change

I started going out on walks
And then it started raining
I guess even our climate agrees with me
That I don't deserve happiness
Or coping mechanisms
I deserve to lay out in the cold and freeze

And that's just fine
I love the colder temperatures
I think they're so divine

Yeah, that's just fine
I'd rather rest out there
Than be in here and be alive
'Cause I keep getting way too stoned
And worrying my friends with what I say

Last week I told my closest pals
That I wanted to run away to Portland
So that I'd be less afraid
And I'm thinking It isn't such a bad idea for me

Yeah, I'm thinking
That maybe it'd be good for me to leave