I'm learning to work with what i have Work with what i've got I wake up kicking air to save me from my sleep I'm suffering and i tell myself that maybe this year It's okay to be happy That i deserve all these tiny victories And they're not just dumb luck But a reward for hard work Self sacrifice and success by proxy are Hardly the best ways to get what i need I'm dumbing myself down It just leads to my disinterest So i ask myself "what's the point?" When i can barely stand the sound of my own voice It's insincere and i don't think that i can last much longer than this year I'm suffering and i tell myself that maybe this year It's okay to be happy That i deserve all these tiny victories And they're not just dumb luck But a reward for hard work I'm working with the best that i've got but it's not enough I'm kicking air to save me from my sleep From boredom From decay