Thursday

[Verse 1]
In the past, most my life lays dead
Independent from what lasts, pay my bills, go home and rest
Empty room, can't afford a couch on my own
Television, the one I got for free, or I can use my phone
To escape, from depression with music, bring me attention
And bitch, fucking use it right, cause my attention ain't no disguise, point the gun at me, pull the trigger, take me to paradise

[Chorus]
We spend most our lives... living in the past. (x2)

[Verse 2]
From the past, I have memories
Remember the days I was happy and it wasn't killing of me?
Oh no! The pain has taken over
Medication doesn't work, my body full of junk
I can't stop eating cause I'm sad
I can't stop! Bring my good body back!
I can't stop! That's what I fucking ask!
I can't stop looking in the mirror, wishing to be fucking dead

[Chorus]
We spend most our lives... living in the past. (x2)