Look Down

Hours losing meaning turn to seconds in this room

And I've been tryin' to get a feeling but the blood ain't pushin' through

Out to the tips of every finger that I've been working to the bone

But we both know that it don't matter when this grill is not a home

But they won't let me out my zone so I been stressed and I been stoned

And I been sick of every note from every song I ever wrote

I'd throw myself outta the boat if I'd had known what I do now

I wanna stab my fuckin' eyes out, but I just can't keep the sound outta my head

Like Brad and Gwen I see red, uh

How was I supposed to know I wouldn't be better off dead

Cuz to be honest lately I been fuckin' up so every minute

That I'm up and fuckin' in it is a minute I could spend