Reaching from Burnout by Good Terms

Someone pick me up
I got enough of this fucking rut
I’m losing touch and I’m needing more
Of what I’m reaching for
I journeyed up through thirty
Looking for a light at the end
Wrote an album, thought I found it
And now I can’t get out of bed
Is it burnout? Did I learn how
Nothing ever works out?
The hamster wheel‘s still turning
Was my turning point a burden?
I’ve got no more time
For soaking up the sideline
No more life to trickle out and cripple
From a constant fear of failure
And my nauseous growing anger, hey won’t
Someone pick me up
I got enough of this fucking rut
I’m losing touch and I’m needin more
Of what I’m reaching for
I can feel the rust that’s buildin up
Can I find the trust I had
And just start feelin more
Of what I’m reaching for
Another day, another grey
Another L I gotta take
No excuse, I refuse to lose
No slack? I’ll PRESS ON IT!
Low gas? I’ll STEP ON IT!
or PUSH FROM THE BACK!
Now’s the last time I feel despondent
I’ll climb this mountain til I vomit
No more time
For soaking up the sideline
No more life to trickle out and cripple
From a constant fear of failure
And my nauseous growing anger, hey won’t

Someone pick me up
I got enough of this fucking rut
I’m losing touch and I’m needing more
Of what I’m reaching for
I can feel the rust that’s building up
Can I find the trust I had
And just start feeling more
Of what I’m reaching for
This road, this reality
I’m gonna face it
I don’t care who has the key
I’m gonna take it, UGH!
I’m gonna take it!
This road, this reality
I’m gonna face it
I don’t care who has the key
I’m gonna take it

• Punk
• emo
• indie rock
• pop punk
• pop rock
• post hardcore
• Los Angeles