Birthday Parties vs. Punk Routine (Lyrics)

I can sleep maybe eight hours a day Maybe six hours I’m wasted And the rest of the day I’m fucking dying I know it seems like I flaked out on you, But the truth of it is, I flaked out on me too. We live in a haunted house that’s filled with our old lives And everyone who’s ever died I know it seems like I flaked out on you Well, the truth of it is I flaked out on me too That’s no excuse if you still want the truth I’m not a bad friend I’m just tired, and I’m different now But I won’t make excuses Tired and I’m different now And I feel fucking useless We live in an apartment that is filled with our own crimes And everyone who’s ever died I’m not surprised that you found a home In shallow graves with everyone who’s ever died I’m not surprised that you fell asleep And didn’t wake considering the choice I made I’m not surprised that you found a home In shallow graves with everyone who’s ever died Sometimes I think I’m the only one who’s still alive