burnout
I declare I don't care no more,
I'm burning up and out and growing bored,
in my smoked out boring room.
My hair is shagging in my eyes,
dragging my feet to hit the street tonight,
to drive along these shit town lights.

I'm not growing up,
I'm just burning out,
and I stepped in line to walk amongst the dead.

A pathy has rained on me,
now I'm feeling like a soggy dream,
so close to drowing but I don't mind.
I've lived inside this mental cave,
throw my emotions in the grave,
hell who needs them anyway.


I'm not growing up,
I'm just burning out,
and I stepped in line to walk amongst the dead.
I'm not growing up,
I'm just burning out,
and I stepped in line to walk amongst the dead...dead.

I'm not growing up,
I'm just burning out,
and I stepped in line to walk amongst the dead.
I'm not growing up,
I'm just burning out,
and I stepped in line to walk amongst the dead...dead