Why Am I Alive? - Covey

WilI I last long when I’m 80?

Putting time in on my own

Counting down the days

Is that why we have kids?

For purpose in old age

It’s selfish in a way, bringing life into this world

This ever spinning rock

That’s bursting into flames

And all we do is blame

The people that we’ve learned to hate

But hate can be benign

Essential I suppose

It’s harder to define than that

It’s thoughts like this that keep me up

It’s thoughts like this that keep me up

It’s thoughts like this that keep me up

It’s thoughts like this that fuck me up

Thoughts like, «Why am I alive?»

I’m an echo through a hall

Just a product of defct

My parents split up after all

And I’m trying not to think

Thes thoughts don’t help my case

Just feels like something’s wrong

And it’s eating at my brain

It’s getting quite severe

Consuming everything

It’s why I cannot sleep

It’s thoughts like this that keep me up

It’s thoughts like this that keep me up

It’s thoughts like this that keep me up

It’s thoughts like this that fuck me up

I know the fix is clear and I’m able

But I’m not sure I want to be fixed at all

It so clearly fills and defines me now

It’s like sickness grew to be a part of me