Dead Inside Lyrics

You give me the run around

Its always this

Its always that

You come around and always bitch

I'm on the brink

I'm running out of scotch to drink

And so I'll pour another round

And start to sink inside this glass

Cause I'm dead inside

I cook some ramen noodles in the dead of night

Let's light a joint or two to help us pass the time

But it won't fuckin help me, no I can't get high

Think I lost my mind

You give me the run around

Its always this

Its always that

You come around and always bitch

I'm on the brink

I'm running out of scotch to drink

And so I'll pour another round

And start to sink inside this glass

Cause I'm dead inside

I cook some ramen noodles in the dead of night

Let's light a joint or two to help us pass the time

But it won't fuckin help me, no I can't get high

Think I lost my mind

Saturday night and I'm faded

I'm cooking the yakisoba with the steak

And the egg over top of it

I make a lot of it

I eat it often enough that I honestly probably should switch it up

And chef some different stuff

But at this point its sort of habitual

Plus I'm a lazy fuck who's just indifferent

And likes to be miserable

Mostly its principle

Plus its like 50 cents

So I can pay the rent

And still get shoes

I need 'em to run 'way from you

Cause you're in the past

And I'm getting lapped

I'm playing the fool

And it seems like the more that I try to forget

The more that these memories stuck in my head

This is the stuff got me lying in bed

While I'm trying to sleep but I'm dying instead

Cause I'm

Dead inside

I cook some ramen noodles in the dead of night

Let's light a joint or two to help us pass the time

But it won't fuckin help me, no I can't get high

Think I lost my mind

You give me the run around

Its always this

Its always that

You come around and always bitch

I'm on the brink

I'm running out of scotch to drink

And so I'll pour another round

And start to sink inside this glass

Always make mistakes I wonder

How far til I start to sink

Hold my breath I'm going under

Fill my cup and take a drink

Wasted off these conversations

All that's left is contemplation

Empty bottles hit the ground

But something's breaking first

All of these mistakes I wonder

How far down until the brink

Running out of breath I'm under

Empty glasses in the sink

Wasted every conversation

All that's left is complications

Broken bottles all around

This never seems to work