Middle Part - Get Fixed

Push me back until I trip
Eyes locked up until they twitch
17 bounce around my head
Don't need a brake to get fixed
And now I'm getting older
Why'd I do me so bad
Fell asleep till monday morning
To lose 10 years like that
Is it a sign I'm going under or am I losing my edge

I miss my old bed
The red one in a car shape, I liked that
And when I sober up I just get so sad
Alone inside a room with all my old friends, I hate this

Wake up, hit send to tell the same old story
Sit down, strap in, way to go you're losing
I know that I'm wasting my breath when I talk to you like this
I swear to god you're a mess, stop trying to be somebody else

Lick the blood right off my lips
Get back up and stay compressed
Bet you're better off losing all your friends
When you dull yourself to fit in
And now we're getting older
Why's it drain me like this
Will this amateur performance piece be the death of me?
The death of me

Wake up, hit send to tell the same old story
Sit down, strap in, way to go you're losing
I know that I'm wasting my breath when I talk to you like this
I swear to god you're a mess, stop trying to be somebody else

Maybe I'm alone because I'm spiteful
Will I ever get the chance to win?
I know it's not about my arrival
But why do I keep walking towards the edge? I hate this!

Wake up, hit send to tell the same old story
Sit down, strap in, way to go you're losing
I know that I'm wasting my breath when I talk to you like this
I swear to god you're a mess, stop trying to be somebody else