For The Four by Off With Their Heads
I'm not tired, I'm exhausted.
I think this time I've finally lost it.
If anything ever happened to you,
I don't know what the f**k I'd do.
When you get better maybe we can move away,
Out of this neighborhood to somewhere safe
Where the kids can go outside and play.
There's got to be a better way.
I don't wanna be sick anymore.
Can't breathe, passed out on the floor.
I'm not walking through hospital doors today.
Let's put the petty sh*t all behind.
Remember when we used to laugh all the time?
It makes me wonder why we bend over backwards,
Scr*ping up nickels and dimes.
What can end the constant struggle?
Is there a light at the end of the tunnel anyway?