Birthdayparties vs. Punkroutine - Junior Battles

I can sleep maybe eight hours a day

Maybe six hours I’m wasted

And the rest of the day I’m fucking dying

I know it seems like I flaked out on you,

But the truth of it is, I flaked out on me too.

We live in a haunted house that’s filled with our old lives

And everyone who’s ever died

I know it seems like I flaked out on you

Well, the truth of it is I flaked out on me too

That’s no excuse if you still want the truth

I’m not a bad friend

I’m just tired, and I’m different now

But I won’t make excuses

Tired and I’m different now

And I feel fucking useless

We live in an apartment that is filled with our own crimes

And everyone who’s ever died

I’m not surprised that you found a home

In shallow graves with everyone who’s ever died

I’m not surprised that you fell asleep

And didn’t wake considering the choice I made

I’m not surprised that you found a home

In shallow graves with everyone who’s ever died

Sometimes I think I’m the only one who’s still alive