I've been wasting This fucking year on The idea of getting up and moving on But I wait around Just emptying bottles In the basement of the slovak center on my side of town
It's a major fucking bummer
Because I feel nothing Like my father He's been sleeping underground Don't wait around There's nothing there at all There's nothing but the end
You're not awake (Tell me, tell me the things that I'll never have) So I'll just stay home (I'm talking to you) You're not awake (Tell me, tell me the things that I'll never have) You're fucking gone Gone, gone
I feel nothing Like my father He's been sleeping Underground
