And I realize why my mom was sad all the time,
being an adult is a never ending ride.
It’s full of superficial things that you can’t take with you when you die
It’s the impending doom that lurks behind, the reason why you want to cry
The realization that we’re just dots on a land mass
There’s nothing special or important about any of us
What’s the point when you realize we’re all just dead inside
Just trying to figure how to really be alive
The realization that this nothingness will be with you for the rest of your life
Death changes from sadness to luck, we become jealous of those who become unstuck
Those who are able to leave their minds and this ****** life behind
We all dream of a semi truck hitting us from behind, rendering us blameless
No one can be that sad, I didn’t do it by my own hand
Were past the point where we would put a bullet between our eyes
But that doesn’t mean we still don’t want to die