Bad State of Mind

Barely breathing, the man inside my head is beating

On me like a drum, man, I'd kill to still feel young

And days keep flying by, wondering if I'm still high

Or is this all a dream till I wake up?

And if you play your cards right, then you might see

That I'm dealing with a shifty hand and lying through my teeth

And I'll go a million miles an hour, and set this goddamned house on fire

Smoke a cigarette before I leave

Yeah, that sounds pretty on brand for me, for me

'Cause you and I in a room is a bad combination

Any call after two is a bad conversation

And it's all gas, cut the brakes

And drinking late at degenerate rates

Calling out to God to give me a sign

'Cause I'm in a bad state of mind

And maybe you could be something that I can't believe

And could it be a lie? Well, don't act like you're surprised

And days keep adding up, finding ways to still feel young

And fighting back them heavy hands of time

So you can lay your cards down if you want to

'Cause the dealer has the winning hand, and you were born to lose

And good is what you want to be, but that's a side you'll never see

'Cause fuckin' up's way easier to do

Yeah, well, that sounds pretty on brand for you, for you

'Cause you and I in a room is a bad combination

Any call after two is a bad conversation

And it's all gas, cut the brakes

And drinking late at degenerate rates

Calling out to God to give me a sign

'Cause I'm in a bad state of mind

Oh, I'm in a bad state of mind

'Cause you and I in a room is a bad combination

And any call after two is a bad conversation

And it's all gas, cut the brakes

And drinking late at degenerate rates

Calling out to God to give me a sign

'Cause I'm in a bad state of mind

Oh, I'm in a bad state of mind