Not The Only Ones Lyrics

Every-every-everybody's got shit on their plates

Shit on their plates, shit on their plates

Every-everybody's got shit on their plates

Swear down, we're not the only ones

(We're not the only ones)

Ghosts walking in the land of the living

Never trust no one to be forgiving

Wish I could say that I was listening

But I'm still learning how to fit in pieces to a puzzle I didn't start from the beginning

All I see is men afraid to open up

My brother had a girl and he was sane until they broke up

Hooked him on the drugs and he won't sleep until he's smoked up

And he never spoke of how he can't handle his emotions

Clouds gather over men with heavy shoulders holding many boulders

No wonder we're all fucking heavy smokers

Too comfortable to be sober, thoughts are getting colder

Waste away, avoid the talk of how we're getting older

What does it mean to dream big?

The biggest thing that I dream is to not be unhappy like I have been

It's a purpose we all long to behold

And the scars are but a story to be told, here we go (here we go)

Everybody's got something to say and our minds are a loaded gun

(Minds are a loaded gun)

Cos everybody's got shit on their plates and I doubt that we're the only ones

(Doubt that we're the only ones)

Everybody's got debts to erase

Paper to chase and put smiles on their miserable faces and

Everybody's got shit on their plates, I swear down we're not the only ones

(We're not the only ones)

Just a couple of these uppers I take

To tolerate all the stuck-up motherfuckers I hate

Cos everybody's on a path to be great

And only few will make it but even then, they have to learn from mistakes

And I made plenty of those until I emptied my home and I just

Found a place where I could cleanse me of ghosts

I fought through every harsh criticism that they could throw

I took the loss cos how else do you expect me to grow?

In the most wretched of holes the heart sinks when it's pushed to the brink

To go places that the mind shouldn't think

Hence why I weave sadness and depression in ink

It's a reflection of self, no matter how indistinct

But then the pad became my therapist to vent out all my rhetoric

I write until the veins within my hand begin to haemorrhage

Don't keep your art and real life completely separate

Write about when you were desperate just for the hell of it

Everybody's got something to say and our minds are a loaded gun

(Minds are a loaded gun)

Cos everybody's got shit on their plates and I doubt that we're the only ones

(Doubt that we're the only ones)

Everybody's got debts to erase

Paper to chase and put smiles on their miserable faces and

Everybody's got shit on their plates, I swear down we're not the only ones

(We're not the only ones)

You find home in this chaos within your tenement

And only loneliness appeals to your sentiments

Secluded from society, surrendering the benefits

And you just suffer silently cos you don't see the end to this

You've tried the medication and the therapists, been through all the specialists

Does everyone think that you're a pessimist?

And you begin to question if you've lowered in their estimates

You blame it on yourself cos in your head you made a mess of this

I see it often in the friends that I meet

And quite disturbingly the people that I see in the street

I see a lot of fucking people who are totally beat

But they're all adamant against ever admitting defeat, and I

Won't stand for the blind eye

It's high time we put an end to the stigma we're defined by

Every move we made in our lives is undermined by our constant need for a mask for us to hide behind

Everybody's got something to say and our minds are a loaded gun

(Minds are a loaded gun)

Cos everybody's got shit on their plates and I doubt that we're the only ones

(Doubt that we're the only ones)

Everybody's got debts to erase

Paper to chase and put smiles on their miserable faces and

Everybody's got shit on their plates, I swear down we're not the only ones

(We're not the only ones)

Every-every-everybody's got shit on their plates

Shit on their plates, shit on their plates

Every-everybody's got shit on their plates

Swear down, we're not the only ones

(We're not the only ones)