P.O.S. Is Ruining My Life - P.O.S

(If you come down and just breathe, and just breathe in and out

You’ll feel a whole lot better

If you come down and just breathe, and just breathe in and out)

It was buried under a flask and a

Caught peeking from the bottom of a glass

All this nonsense, innocense, common sense, consequence

Indulgence in bourbon, this 'urb, between city King’s, it’s disturbed

I look around to see the same shit from her

She could just sit silent, watchin' life just pass by in a blur

Ain’t it funny, we can sneak into our lives and then stir

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 with ya, I’m sicker than my own skin

I got the clothes and a jaded grin

I’m at the bar or the coffee shop

But I don’t like drinkin' and I fuckin' hate coffee shops

I walk to stop

The world is spinnin' like a tilt-a-whirl

This ain’t amusement, I’mma lose it

Two cents, two cents It was bullshit, uh

Got two cents but everybody seems to have the same change

But can’t break my five-o

Two cents, (yeah right) but can’t spend nothing if I’m holding a cup

It’s like

If you come 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 ​

This

And it’s strained to think it might break

Scratch, crack, silence

This

And it’s strained I think it might break

Scratch, crack

I 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 postures 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 restraint

So full of that self-control, or the lack thereof

That we taught the soul

I can never be what I wanna be

Nothin' but a man

Nothing’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