Flurry Rush

I try not to give a fuck about the little things Yet still every particle of pressure Got my psyche circling the drain But shit I can't complain Compared to many folks I got it great So, why's it always seem That everything was better yesterday? Sure, I suppose that I could down another fifth To help myself forget Pocket the grenade and pull the pin But giving in is overrated And I'm sick of being faded And I'd like my epitaph to read They made it So, we'll have to... Wipe the sweat from our brows Tears from our eyes Booze from our mouths I know shits going south But we got this Just as long as we don't cave To the escape route Just chug along and everything will play out fine Or maybe it won't Maybe we're fucked Maybe we're born to die And all shit out of luck. Plus, it does feel a bit narcissistic To deny our existence Is an accident congealed from the dust How I'd love to find myself Some solace in some pollyannaish paradise And view the glass half full But it's just so difficult To not fill every glass in sight with booze I've got so many self-inflicted bullet wounds In both my feet That it's a miracle I ever leave the bed To walk the streets When I do a wave of panic washes over me And shrivels up my lungs Can't seem to act the way I'm supposed to be Without catching a buzz Meaning is tough to find when anchored to a drug So, I hold dear the hope With work one day I'll live a life unplugged Wipe the sweat from our brows Tears from our eyes Booze from our mouths I know shits going south But we got this Just as long as we don't cave To the escape route Just chug along and everything will play out fine Or maybe it won't Maybe we're screwed Maybe we're just arbitrary blips All born to lose Maybe searching for meaning hope To deny life is pointless And this consciousness shit's all a rouse For every happy thought I've ever had There dwells a voice within my head That speaks to sabotage my comfort With an existential dread Oh, how nice it'd be to just enjoy one day Without the vacuum of anxiety to suck the fun away Like it's a Gorgeous day outside Too bad that everyone I know will die It doesn't matter what we leave behind We're all standing in place Just launching arrows at the sky The finish line of this rat race Is just our imminent demise See what I mean?