making art that doesn’t matter
singing songs no one will hear
filling my mind with global trauma
as i drink away my fear
i’ve got one foot in the gutter
and the other in the grave
if i had the guts to end it all now
there’d be one less soul to save

i’m killing time
killing time
killing time

i used to think i could make a difference
thought i’d be a helping hand
but those years of toil just left me
barely able to withstand
this endless stream of failure
has me frozen in my bed
recycling every cliché
about living in my head

i’m killing time
killing time
killing time

now here’s where i should pivot
and make this a song of hope
but looking for a future
just reminds me of a joke
i can’t even remember
enough to shake this mood
at least perhaps my body’ll
end up as some really fine worm food

so until then i’m just killing time
killing time
killing time

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