Opium Bombs All Around

My pockets are empty
My face is grazed and my hands are raw
I've got that shot in the stomach feeling
And I really hope nobody saw
What I've been doing for the past 4 hours
Or for the past 4 years
I don't know why I've been trying so hard
To be part of a place where I don't fit in
Whilst trying to ignore the constant reminder
That nothing is going to knock me out of my stride every single time

There's nothing more stressful to me
Than being told that I look stressed out
But I know that I'd be fucked without
That fear of failure and of shame
And that I've got it to thank
As much as I've got it to blame
For having enough band t-shirts to last me a lifetime
But no money to get through the week
And for having enough fond memories
To not think that the future's so bleak or so unkind
And with that in mind
I'll try not to lose sight or lose touch
Or give up so easily this time