tragic

Got so many problems in my way I can't hold up, can't kick the bucket I'm just working all these busy days I don't want these empty pockets I've been moving it all off tray All these anchors that I'm dragging I can't make this seem all tragic I just want to make a buck off this I'm back to the same me Fucking up on the daily I want you to change me Help me out through the night I can't help but get nauseous Can't you tell I'm exhausted All the times I've been lost again I feel it getting worse I've lost all track of what caused this My chances have been dirt I think I'm done pulling straws in Each step feels like a curse I guess it keeps me well cautious All my thoughts feel so toxic I can't wait 'til I cross it Got so many problems in my way I can't hold up. Can't kick the bucket I'm just working all these busy days I don't want these empty pockets I've been moving it all off tray All these anchors that I'm dragging I can't make this seem all tragic I just want to make a buck off this