Last I heard, Nick's still driving Lyft
And Richie's working the midnight shift
Of the motel down in Elsinore
He's dodging all the meth heads
I'm working my four jobs
Right down to my fragile bones
Finding out there's nothing left inside
Except the space they haven't took quite yet
But if nothing gets better
Tell me what that means
This "hard-earned" life is a joke
Feels more like drowning to me
There's no reason to believe
There's no reason to believe
My brother is a hardworking man
He takes what he's given
And gives everything he can
He's talking 'bout fleeing the country
Or faking his death
Says they're after his money
And my mother lost a child
When she was twenty-three
She shouldn't have to lose a couple more
To some bad loans and undiagnosed depression
Still I think maybe this is all we're meant for
Brown bags outside a Circle K
My tooth falls out and hits the ground
You know I can't dream bigger
But if nothing gets better
Tell me what that means
This "hard-earned" life is a joke
Feels more like drowning to me
There's no reason to believe
There's no reason to believe
Talking shit on each other
In-between talking about running away
Watch the years disappear up our noses
Talking about the same things
All the shit we won't get done
The reasons we could
Barely leave the house today
Knowing it's sad at this point
We can't be happy with the work that pays
Thinking I'll die young
Shouldn't feel like a relief
I guess that it's a joke
And there's no reason to believe
Thinking I'll die young
Shouldn't feel like a relief
I guess that it's a joke
And there's no reason to believe
Thinking I'll die young
Shouldn't feel like a relief
I guess that it's a joke
And there's no reason to believe