Born on a Sinking Ship

[Verse 1]
Here comes the ocean rushing in
The salty taste of being depressed
I feel it in my bones before I even notice that its back
So I pull out the same 4 chords in hopes it can be redressed
Because I was born on a sinking ship
Depression isn't even the worst of it
But I don't even care, I don't give a shit
Because I know
It's hopeless

[Interlude]
"Hey, Dan."
"Oh, hey man, what's up?"
"Oh, nothing, I just... heard you over here and uh... you sound like you're feeling pretty down, huh?"
"Yeah, you know? I've been feeling really depressed lately. I don't know why; it just comes on me, you know?"
"Well, listen, man, it sounds like you could use a little advice. I think I can help. Are you down for that?"
"Sure, man, yeah, definitely. You know, let me have it; I - I want your honest opinion."
"You really want my honest opinion?"
"Yeah, definitely, definitely. You know, just give it to me straight."
"Alright, man. Well, this is what we've all been thinking:"

[Verse 2]
Why don't you just fucking slit your wrists?
Why don't you just go and get on with it?
Why don't you just fucking go and slit your wrists?
But you'll never go through with it
When the going gets tough you always quit
You're a fucking coward and you're full of shit
Everybody dies so just get over it
Because we all know
It's hopeless
But we don't sit inside a bathtub and ponder it
And we don't milk our father's death to make music
And you're not fucking crushed, you're just an idiot

[Bridge]
Depressive and boring
A shut-in, all-knowing
Uncreative, egotist (x8)

[Verse 3]
Why can't you write something like Deathconsciousness?
Well, I hate to break it to you, but I'm hit or miss
And I don't know if I'll ever get over it
But I know
I'm hopeless