Stuck, I am home, same as always
Hit the snooze, what's the point, one more Monday
I have lost all control and I'm stuck in this hole
I am trapped and I'm waiting for someday
I can't sleep, I'm awake but distracted
Sick of crisis becoming protracted
Feeling stuck in my room, scrolling through endless doom
In one permanent panic reaction
Lost track of time sometime last year
Isolated, confined for the next year
Tryna do what I can with the hand that I'm dealt
But I'm starting to crack under pressure
Call your friends and comment on the weather
Learn to knit, make some bread, what's your pleasure?
Going out of my head, fucking wish I was dead
'Cause at least I would know that it's over
I am staring at the walls, I think I'm gonna go insane
I'm fighting every instinct in my stupid fucking brain
I'm an ordinary guy caught in extraordinary pain
Ask me how I'm holding up and I will gleefully exclaim
"It's still the same"
Still the same, same
Trapped, no more time, no more freedom
No more weeks, no more months, no more seasons
Every day is the same, and I just can't reclaim
Any sense of the rhyme or the reason
Saw a pal post a pic from Ibiza
They're just doing whatever they please-a
Try to swallow my rage, I unfollow his page
Drink a beer, cry it out, order pizza
Trains of thought are all leading to nowhere
No way out, if there was, I would go there
Do I have any friends? Will I still when this ends?
Do they all think that I'm just a let-down?
Every time that I cough, have a meltdown
Wash my hands, check my pulse, wipe my house down
Is this living at all? I can't even recall
Life before I was stuck in this nightmare
I am staring at the walls, I think I'm gonna go insane
I'm fighting every instinct in my stupid fucking brain
I'm an ordinary guy caught in extraordinary pain
Ask me how I'm holding up and I will gleefully exclaim
"It's still the same"
Still the same, same
Happy, I just want to be happy
I cry instead of laughing
I lie awake just waiting
I spend my life just staying
Inside instead of saying
To my friends how I'm sorry
They tell me to be happy, be happy
Maybe my friends all call me lazy
Behind my back, they act like
They all completely know me
Or maybe I'm just crazy
Not everything's about me
I'm in a downward spiral
Go back to sleep and smile
And just hit the snooze
Hit the snooze
Hit the snooze
Hit the snooze
Fuck!

"We knew the world would not be the same. Few people laughed, few people cried, most people were silent. I remembered the line from the Hindu scripture, the Bhagavad-Gita. Vishnu is trying to persuade the Prince that he should do his duty and to impress him takes on his multi-armed form and says, "Now I am become Death, the destroyer of worlds." I suppose we all thought that, one way or another."

Crawling in my skin

Crawling in my skin
Without a sense of confidence
Consuming, confusing
Crawling in my skin
Without a sense of confidence
I'm convinced that there's just too much pressure to take
There's something inside me
That pulls beneath the surface

Crawling in my skin
Crawling in my skin
These wounds, they will not heal
These wounds, they will not heal
Fear is how I fall
Fear is how I fall
Confusing, confusing what is real
Confusing what is real

There's something inside me
That pulls beneath the surface
Consuming, confusing
This lack of self-control
I fear is never ending
Controlling, I can't seem
To find myself again
My walls are closing in
Without a sense of confidence
I'm convinced that there's just too much pressure to take
I've felt this way before
So insecure

Crawling in my skin
These wounds, they will not heal
Fear is how I fall
Confusing what is real

Discomfort endlessly has pulled itself upon me
Distracting, reacting
Against my will, I stand beside my own reflection
It's haunting
How I can't seem
To find myself again
My walls are closing in
Without a sense of confidence
I'm convinced that there's just too much pressure to take
I've felt this way before
So insecure

Without a sense of confidence
Without a sense of confidence
Without a sense of confidence
I'm convinced that there's just too much pressure to take
Without a sense of confidence
Without a sense of confidence
Without a sense of confidence
I'm convinced that there's just too much pressure to take
To find myself again
My walls are closing in
Without a sense of confidence
I'm convinced that there's just too much pressure to take
I've felt this way before
So insecure

Crawling in my skin
These wounds, they will not heal
Fear is how I fall
Confusing what is real

Crawling in my skin
These wounds, they will not heal
Fear is how I fall
Confusing what is real