Pick your head up off the floor. look around there's so much more.try to convince yourself that life's just fucked and "This is what I'm here for."
To think anything could be perfect would be ignorant I think, I've just gotta believe in something more than empty cardboard kegs.
I held the bag over my face
and I took the walk of shame.
Now I'm over the edge.
and I'm finding comfort.
When the worst days follow the best days and the shit that hit your fan has got your head spun, keep holding on.