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I need to get out of San Francisco, there's too many All these fucking bad vibes here all the time I'm sorry, Dad, um, I just need some fucking money, alright? So, please just give me some fucking money And then what? Where does this end? This is—I gotta see this one through This is kinda working out for me right now. I got five days sober It doesn't look like it's working out Went to LA for the year, but I couldn't drive So, I spent the whole time Hating my life Now I'm stuck in-between getting rich and getting high Tired of living, but I don't wanna die Don't wanna die Don't wanna die Don't wanna die Went to my mom's for Thanksgiving But I was too drunk on my own inhibitions Stumbled around, found myself in the kitchen Hands in hot water, I'm doing the dishes I should've been talking to you Far too concerned with myself to be bothered Letras de cancionesBy anything. You wouldn't know what that's like All this time trying not to be like my father Maybe that's better than who I am now Who am I now? Who am I now? Who am I now? Went to DC just because I thought it would fix all my problems and stuff When the plane got to the gate, there I was Can't run away from yourself for too long You'll always be one step behind Far too concerned with myself to be bothered By anything. You wouldn't know what that's like All this time trying not to be like my father Maybe that's better than who I am now Who am I now? Who am I now? Who am I now? Went to LA for the year, forgot how to cry And I found my existence buried in lies Searching for something I never did find I know this ain't living, but at least I'm alive From Letras Mania