3AM
Today's work seems all for nothing
I wonder why I even try
To plan for the next day
Medicate
Dull my brain until I won't dream
I wanna sleep, my soul to keep
Is there a better way?
I know it sounds so petty
But every fail I'm almost ready to go, but
I guess I'd rather not be done
(Rather not be, rather not be done)
Tomorrow might be somewhat fun
(Rather not be done)
Today just hurt my brain, there's some pills calling my name
But I guess I'd rather not be done
(Rather not be, rather not be done)
On the roof
Looking down from twenty stories
Queasy feel, it seems unreal
One slip and I could go
Wind behind
Pushing gently to my glory
I wonder why I wanna fly
What's waiting down below?
I guess I'd rather not be done
(Rather not be, rather not be done)
Tomorrow might be somewhat fun
(Rather not be done)
At work my mind was made, I'm in a tub holding a blade
But I guess I'd rather not be done
(Rather not be, rather not be done)
What's the hurry? It'll be over soon enough
And next week today's problems won't seem so tough
I know it sounds so petty
But every fail I'm almost ready to go
I guess I'd rather not be done
(Rather not be, rather not be done)
Tomorrow might be somewhat fun
(Rather not be done)
Today I lost my hope, I'm on a chair, neck in a rope
But I guess I'd rather not be done
(Rather not be, rather not be done)
Tomorrow might be somewhat fun
