Mad All the Time - Waterparks

I struggle in most of my songs

About how deep to get

But before I can make up my mind

I’m at the bottom of the deep end out of breath

I’m tired all the time

I’m cutting my own line

Writers block has building blocks

And built these walls around me

I don’t feel lucky in here

Buried in my head

I’m seeing red and nothing else

I feel

Mad all the time

Mad all the time

Mad all the time

Mad all the time

I’m afraid of heights

But I’m done with this place

So I want to go up

Until we run out of space

I feel like I expired in Houston last year

Watching my friends finish college

While I’m all alone out here

I’m tired all the time

I’m cutting my own line

Mad all the time

Mad all the time

Mad all the time

Mad all the time

My sneezing fits

Will never let me focus

My brains and my hands

Entirely both know this

I feel most safe in my bedroom

Climbing the walls of my headroom

So keep out of my room because

I think I’ve seen enough of you today

Mad all the time

Mad all the time

Mad all the time

Mad all the time