Wandering

I'm tired of living like we're kids and getting so much less than what I give
And I wander these same streets every other night just wasting all my time (wasting all my time)

Will I live to see another day or will this fucking pressure bury me?

I feel the weight on my shoulders, feet sink an inch into the ground with every year older. am I losing ground?
Trouble seems to find me I can't run away from mistakes I let them define me
Not lost, not found

Will I live to see another day or will this fucking pressure bury me?
All my blues are quickly turning grey. I'll take the blame for everything

I guess something is better than nothing
Take it or leave it
I guess most things are better than nothing
Maybe one day I'll see it
I guess nothing could be better than somethings
I'll take the blame for everything