Your Frequency

It's harder when you're an adult Just to keep your stomach full It can start to feel like a chore No matter the severity You're still trying to live the dream Even though your back is so sore So go and get a second job Work until your arms fall off Dying but you don't know what for Feel the need to pump the breaks Don't know why your elbow shakes You wonder why your health is so poor You wanted to meet up with me But I keep saying I'm busy I want to match your frequency Let it all roll off of me Tell them all fuck off for me I'm sick of being so busy In the inbetween you were always there for me Go on and say a prayer for me I'm sick of being so busy I just wanna call it quits But I'll just get over it Really gotta keep myself in check Because sometimes my blood starts to boil like overheated motor oil I'm the only one who's sticking out my neck.