summertime bangers

Pity me or bury me I think I might have a problem This world will spit you out And leave you without a clue So I'll regret and you'll forget But maybe that's the point of living Because I can't think of anything else I'd rather do I can't think of anything else I'd rather do I can barely hold my breath If there's no reason to wake up tomorrow I keep spending all my time Trying not to fall behind It gets to be a drag Hanging around all day