I've been out, down and out, I just won't admit it,
I've been sleeping in, sleeping in my clothes past noon.
I can't hold my own on my own, I just won't admit it,
When you're trying so hard not to care, the ending comes soon.

Go to sleep at quarter past six in the morning,
Keep myself awake with all the little things,
And I know, and I know, and I know that I'd be dreaming,
But I still dream awake, I still dream awake about what the day brings.

I feel my heart start to go,
And my mind begins to bleed,
It's temporary I know,
But these are both things I need,

when I tell there's no fucking need for life,
I mean I can't fucking find any need for life,
I'm just drifting again, drifting again.

when I tell there's no fucking need for life,
I mean I can't fucking find any need for life,
I'm just drifting again, a ghost drifting again.

I'm not really a part of Toronto,
And frankly I wouldn't begin,
I'm already sick of this city love,
It's full of a couple of fucking has beens,

And maybe that's really just a part of it,
My friend said I just gotta leave again,
But how can I leave what I'm not a part of,
I already feel like I'm just a phantom.

That's ghosting and coasting from city to city,
I'll leave my tag on the walls like fucking hickeys,
I'll leave traces behind inside the walls,
I hope that someone might actually see me,

Sometimes I put on my better shoes,
I feel like I'm better than this fucking place,
I feel like there's more things outside of this town,
Just made for myself, I need higher space, but.

Underneath it's still the same me,
Don't mind me,
I'm still walking these old streets with cold feet,
Come find me,
What's up?
Can I still get fucked up if you fill up my cup?

I swear that's originally biblical,
And it's now part of my principle,
But it's taking all my money,
And I feel like it's not fixable.

I'll create a new visual,
Get paid off residual,
Instead of stressing individual problems,
This individual has problems,
I'm figuring how to put together syllables,
So I can be a little more printable,
That's reality, it's simple,
I just need to be more fucking likeable.

You've never seen me on my worst behaviour
You've never seen me with sad eyes like this,
Because you haven't seen me all week,
I've felt weak, but still seek sleek chic incase I reach my peak,
Real soon.

I'm not here enough,
My body's not here enough,
My mind is not here enough,
But my heart endears enough,

And that's where I'm starting off,
My heart is here enough,
So that's where I'm starting off,
My heart endears enough.