Depression Is No Fun

[Chorus]
Got a lot of shit on my head
You know we got to pull it together
'Cause it's not gonna stop until we're dead
You know we've got to pull it together
'Cause it's not gonna stop, it's not gonna stop
It's never ever, ever gonna stop until we're dead

[Verse 1]
Ian Graham says it's a temporary solution
To a permanent problem
Even when locations change
The imbalance stays the same
And you just run out of cities
States and countries you can blame

[Pre-Chorus]
So you just keep running away
You're running away, you're running away
Running away, running away
You're running away

[Chorus]

[Verse 2]
It took her to the hospital
And then her parents' house
I'm walking home at 3 AM alone
When the bartender's asleep
You gotta think things through yourself
And when it gets this late
It's hard to find someone to call for help

[Bridge]
I got my hands in my pockets
And a hood tight over my head
(I couldn't deal with anti-depressants
But now I'm anti-depressants)
I'm all out of smokes
And I'm wishing that I was dead again
(I couldn't deal with anti-depressants
But now I'm anti-depressants)
I'm drunk and alone and I'm thinking about how
(I couldn't deal with anti-depressants
But now I'm anti-depressants, I guess)
'Cause it just makes a different mess
Running away, you're running away, you're running away

[Outro]
Got a lot of shit on my head!