Flurry Rush - Days N Daze

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

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 ruse

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?