Opium Bombs All Around - The Murderburgers

My pockets are empty

My face is grazed and my hands are raw

I’ve got that shot in the stomach feeling

And I really hope nobody saw

What I’ve been doing for the past 4 hours

Or for the past 4 years

I don’t know why I’ve been trying so hard

To be part of a place where I don’t fit in

Whilst trying to ignore the constant reminder

That nothing is going to knock me out of my stride every single time

There’s nothing more stressful to me

Than being told that I look stressed out

But I know that I’d be fucked without

That fear of failure and of shame

And that I’ve got it to thank

As much as I’ve got it to blame

For having enough band t-shirts to last me a lifetime

But no money to get through the week

And for having enough fond memories

To not think that the future’s so bleak or so unkind

And with that in mind

I’ll try not to lose sight or lose touch

Or give up so easily this time