UNFORTUNATE - Ryan Oakes

Fucked up, think that I’m on the last straw

Drunk texts I’ll regret after last call

I need some space, wishing that I could blast off

'Cause nowadays any buzz doesn’t last long

I’m down for the count, always counted me out

Wishing that I could bounce right back but the amount of hate

It made me drown, I’m in need of a drought

While they were chasing clout, my head was in the clouds

Tryna find some fucking piece of mind in this shitty paradigm

With an over-flawed basic design, and it’s really no surprise

That I thought when I was rich maybe I’d be my happiest

I made a quarter-million, and I couldn’t buy happiness

I used to think that life was out to get me

I hated everything over and over again

Thought the world wanted to forget me

I couldn’t count up all of the time that I’d spend

Feeling sorry and playing the victim

Wasting every day to wallow around in my dread

But I guess it can get addictive

(In a series of unfortunate events)

Maybe I was someone that was shitty in a former life

And karma came around, full circle, I was mortified

I ain’t an alcoholic, maybe that shit could be borderline

But I don’t need a therapist to tell me that there’s more to life

I just need somebody that can give a little comfort

Say that I’m so fuckin' bright when they’re with me they’re getting sunburnt

Not somebody out the woodwork when I put in all the lumber

And this shit is working out and my career is getting buffer (Fuck that!)

People switching up and shedding they snake skin (Fuck that!)

You fix the puzzle, and you’ll see the world shapeshift (Fuck that!)

And they come crawling back when they see the facelift

I’m better off without 'em, and it’s time that they face it, ugh

I used to think that life was out to get me

I hated everything over and over again

Thought the world wanted to forget me

I couldn’t count up all of the time that I’d spend

Feeling sorry and playing the victim

Wasting every day to wallow around in my dread

But I guess it can get addictive

(In a series of unfortunate events)

All the tears I’ve shed

(All the tears I’ve shed)

All the times my breath

(All the times my breath)

Lost all its strength

I came back stronger instead

(Stronger instead)

I used to think that life was out to get me

I hated everything over and over again

Thought the world wanted to forget me

I couldn’t count up all of the time that I’d spend

Feeling sorry and playing the victim

Wasting every day to wallow around in my dread

But I guess it can get addictive

(In a series of unfortunate events)