Drink Milk and Run

I said no, it's not just a little different
At this point I hope I don't
Wife up or have any children
Shining things mean nothing
Smoke my lungs black and blistered
Mapped out the dead skin and hair
We're old, at least that's how it feels
It won't be okay and I know, fuck it

You're not in control
No one expects any good to unfold
Feel I'm already a ghost
Stay awake for nothing now
Not rich enough to make a sound (hey hey)

You'd say "No, it's your fault if you're indifferent"
Then what should I do?
I'm broke
Whoever says pull yourself up by the bootstraps
Is a fucking joke
It's not just a little different

You're not in control
No one expects any good to unfold
Feel I'm already a ghost
Stay awake for nothing now
Not rich enough to make a sound

Comatose, burning inside of my home
Lose all hope, dying at thirty years old
Stay awake for nothing now
Not rich enough to fix myself, or anything else

Speaking low, do what I'm told those
Steel tipped boots with broken toes, oh
It's not just a little different (it's not just a little different)
Don't wife up or have any children

You're not in control
No one expects any good to unfold
Feel I'm already a ghost
Stay awake for nothing now
Not rich enough to make a sound

Comatose, burning inside of my home
Lose all hope, dying at thirty years old
Stay awake for nothing now
Not rich enough to stick around