Yung And Writhing

Ten whole years, nihilistic
They say meaning comes from what you care about
I guess it's lost on me

I'm just a little
Tired of my life
Talk to me
Tell me I'm fine

I'm just a little
Tired of my life
Talk to me
Tell me I'm fine

Suddenly it's late
I realize what I've done
Staring at my hands
Worshipping myself
Now it's time to hate
Myself to little pieces
Fuck, do I care?
Another night I'll spend
Wallowing alone
Wallowing alone
It's all come down

I'm just a little
Tired of my life
Talk to me
Tell me I'm fine