Lyrics
Subtitles ready[Intro] Wake up… again… Same fucking ceiling… Same empty bed… Yeah. [Verse 1] Alarm goes off like a gun to the temple Scroll the feed, everybody’s living a highlight reel I’m still stuck in the same dirty clothes from last week Bank account looking like a crime scene Boss man calling like he own my soul Nine to five just to dig my own hole Smile through the pain so the rent gets paid But every night I still feel the same way Friends all ghosted, family don’t text Mirror shows a stranger with no respect Tried the pills, tried the bottle, tried to pray Nothing cuts the weight, it just stays [Pre-Chorus] I’ve been hanging on by a thread so thin Every day’s another loss I can’t win Tell myself tomorrow might be different But the mirror keeps laughing at the difference [Chorus] Death has got to be better than this Quieter than these thoughts that never quit No more bills, no more fake-ass bliss Just darkness… and I might finally rest Death has got to be better than this I’m not saying I’m ready, I’m just saying I’m sick Of breathing in a world that don’t give a shit Death has got to be better than this [Verse 2] Saw the sun come up and felt nothing Coffee tastes like ash and the world’s still rushing Everybody talking ‘bout purpose and grind I’m just trying not to lose my mind Used to dream big, now I dream about sleep Deep, dreamless, permanent, complete No more “you got this,” no more “stay strong” Those words got old about ten years long Tried to find the light, it kept walking away Tried to love somebody, they all left the same way Now the only company I keep is the dark And the dark don’t ask questions, no bullshit remarks. [Pre-Chorus] I’ve been hanging on by a thread so thin Every day’s another loss I can’t win Tell myself tomorrow might be different But the mirror keeps laughing at the difference [Chorus] Death has got to be better than this Quieter than these thoughts that never quit No more bills, no more fake-ass bliss Just darkness… and I might finally rest Death has got to be better than this I’m not saying I’m ready, I’m just saying I’m sick Of breathing in a world that don’t give a shit Death has got to be better than this [Bridge] I don’t want the drama… I don’t want the pain… I just want the quiet That don’t come with a name No more “how you holding up?” No more forced smile Just the long blackout Whee nothing gets inside [Final Chorus] Death has got to be better than this Quieter than these thoughts that never quit No more bills, no more fake-ass bliss Just darkness… and I might finally rest Death has got to be better than this I’m not saying I’m ready… I’m just saying I’m sick Of breathing in a world that don’t give a shit Death has got to be better than this [Outro] …better than this… …better than this… …yeah.