A little bit of O.C.D, anxiety, these things are part of me so pardon me. I can't see 'cause all these drugs inside of me, just let me be 'cause
CHORUS: I'm so fucked up. I'm so fucked. up. I'm. so. fucked. up.
Living this lie, just scraping by. So let out a sigh and just get high singing oh me oh my oh why oh why.
CHORUS: I'm so fucked up. I'm so fucked. up. I'm. so. fucked. up.
Hammering out a job. Trying not to rob. Just telling my story not one to sob. No guns been fired, no grenades to lob. Not to start a riot, not to start a mob. Eating corn right off the cob 'cause
CHORUS: I'm so fucked up. I'm so fucked. up. I'm. so. fucked. up.
No matter how hard I reach I can't grab it. I long so much but I can't have it. It means so much, what does it mean to me? It means I can be me and really see the world and their needs. Working so hard but how many can I feed? Cry, sweat, and bleed.
CHORUS: I'm so fucked up. I'm so fucked. up. I'm. so. fucked. up.
