burnt-out Lyrics

Picked up a Q from a friend but I lost it when I got home

It must have fallen out of my pocket but I don't know

Roaming around frustrated muttering to myself

The moment I've been waiting for has gone somewhere else

The cogs aren't turning

Your drive is burning

Juggling too many knives

Five at a time

You better keep up before your head hits the ground

Dried up pulp

You're all burnt out

I still don't understand why you left

I thought everything was going well

My tired, high overworked brain is trying to express itself

A rollercoaster of confidence, a shell of myself when I'm sober

Balancing work and leisure like a flaming torch on my finger

The cogs aren't turning

Your drive is burning

Juggling too many knives

Five at a time

You better keep up before your head hits the ground

Dried up pulp

You're all burnt out

All burnt out, you're all burnt out

All burnt out, you're all burnt out