P.o.s. is ruining my life

If you go down and just breathe and just breathe in and out
Whole lot better
If you go down and just breathe and just breathe in and out

It was buried under a flask and uh
Caught peekin' from the bottom of a glass
All this nonsense, innocence, common sense, consequence
Indulgence in bourbon, this 'urb, between city kids
It's disturbed
I look around and see the same shit from her
She gets so silent, watchin' life just pass by in a blur
Ain't it funny?
We can sneak into our lives undisturbed
Over the perfect things to say
And then just choke on the words

Everybody wanna be the next
Everybody wanna be in step
Everybody wanna fuck
Everybody want the consequence of playin' the fence
Everybody's got shit luck
Everybody wanna move to they own beat
Everybody wanna make a dent
Every girl is lookin' for the next best thing
Every boy's in love with his girl's best friend
Everybody hates me
Everybody wanna fight
...
We can't stand to wake up in the sun
But can't sleep in the moonlight
I'm right there wit ya
I'm sicker than my own skin
I got the clothes and the jaded grin
I'm at the bar or the coffee shop
But I don't like drinkin'
And I fuckin' hate coffee shops
I'm off the stop world
It's best spin like a twist-a-whirl
This ain't amusment, I'm a loser
(two cents, two cents)
It was bullshit, uh
Got two cents but everybody seems to have the same chain but can't break my five-uh
Two cents, (yeah right) but can't spend nothing if I'm holdin' the compass like

If you go down and just breathe, and just breathe in and out
You'll feel a whole lot better, close your eyes
Disappear, if you can't see them, then they can't. see. you.
Right, close your eyes

I can never be what I wanna be
Nothin' but a man
Nothin's even inside of me
Nothin I can understand
If I try, and so I try
To get a grip, a hold, a handle, a hand

I can never be what I wanna be
Nothin' but a man
Nothin's even inside of me
Nothin I can understand
If I try, and so I try
To get a grip, a hold, a handle, a hand

This,
And It's strained to think It might break
Scratch, Crack, Silence, This,
And It's strained to think It might break
Scratch, Crack,

Ah!
Live in the city, like any other
We all live alone
The only difference is we don't seem to know it
Frozen and lonesome, When it's cold
In the summer gotta wait for the loathing
Holding, our posture so low
And we drink so there's not much worth noting
Strolling, so vagrant, so shaken, so grown, so god so mistaken
So broke, so, so complacent, so worn out, so worn out, so worn out
So full of doubt, so full of restrain
So full of that self-control, or the lack thereof
That we thought was soul

If you go down and just breathe, and just breathe in and out
You'll feel a whole lot better, close your eyes
Disappear, if you can't see them, then they can't. see. you.
Right, close your eyes

I can never be what I wanna be
Nothin' but a man
Nothin's even inside of me
Nothin I can understand
If I try, and so I try
To get a grip, a hold, a handle, a hand
Right, close you eyes