Different Cat, Same Result

I can't spend another night trying to conjure up the way I’ve felt over the past two years
Whether it's disappointment, anger, frustration, or the loss of emotion
I probably just need some rest

All we've ever wanted is to feel alive when we wake up in the morning
So we'll set aside what we need to be, and we'll try, and we'll fail
And we'll die and be remembered for what it was
But to be remembered means so much more that what we needed to be

And it seems like every time that I fuck up I tell myself it's the last time
But the next day find myself defeated again
So I’ll keep these two years in the past, along with the anger and frustration
Because tonight I’ll feel safe in a stranger's basement