When I woke up this morning I was out of control
stuck in ten foot apartment, living, living in a hell hole
bedroom is my living room, kitchen is right next to my goddamn bed
and I need to get away from here is only thought in my head

I say fuck this life and all of its glory I'm done
I can't even remember how to have fun
I’d like to leave this shitty old place
and I should keep on running, running ‘till I see the sun
there is nothing left for me but a constant fear that my end is near
am I going to live and then just die in this crappy old hole

This morning was no different from the other mornings before
plenty of reasons but no money, at all, for a visit to a grocery store
I haven’t paid my bills in time, soon they’ll knock on my door asking why
there is no hope no other place to go, no escape from the hole

So I say fuck this life and all of its glory I'm done
I can't even remember how to have fun
I’d like to leave this shitty old place
and I should keep on running, running ‘till I see the sun
there is nothing left for me but a constant fear that my end is near
am I going to live and then just die in this crappy old hole