I see red
I haven't offed myself yet
Alive by failed predictions
Arbitrary impulses again
I don't wanna complain
But I like to blame these tired lungs
I think they're giving out this season
I need oxygen to breathe in
I don't know if I will ever know hope
Pain overwhelms my threshold
Counting every reason I should stay
I don't wanna complain
But I wanna blame my tired lungs
I think they're giving out this season
I need oxygen
I want to blame my tired lungs
I think they're running out of reasons to breathe
I can see the mountains through the smoke
I'm trying not to choke
On all these drugs I can't keep track of
I take cause my fucking back hurts
And my brain doesn't work
They say I'll be just fine
I'm alright
