What Kind Of Living - Sister Hazel

Its not working anymore

I’m stuck in things I’ve always done before

I am broken, I am sore

I don’t wanna live in here anymore

Woe, somethin’s got to go

I’ve gone and made myself sick

Smokin' cigarettes

Bein' such a dictator

And sooner or later I’ll die

Nobody there will even think to cry

What Kind of living is that

Woe, Somethin’s got to go

Woe, Woe Yeah

What kind of living is that

It’s not easy being here

I run in circles like I’ve done for years

I am angry, I am scared

How much more 'til I disappear

Woe, somethin’s got to go

I’ve gone and made myself ill

Wastin' time

Stuck in years of frustration

I’ve never been patient at all

I can’t run until I learn to crawl

What kind of living is that

Woe, Woe Yeah

What kind of living is that

Woe, No-No-No Somethin’s got to go