Paul and Tommy's Jam Shack

I don't mind this time Picking up the pieces that I find With this brand of mine I won't be your sacrifice Find it hard to leave my room Might as well become my tomb Things are so fucked up it seems Like I'm living in a bad dream I want to know if anything will change Will this stop and will I be okay Does it matter if I don't wake up Waste my summer branded all alone I want to know if anything will change Will this stop and will I be okay Doesn't matter if I don't wake up Waste my summer branded all alone Flailing around Drenched in my self doubt The call of the void Beckons me always Give all my blood To someone who needs it Pick me apart Feed me to the seagulls