Sick, Sad, Sons - Better Off

How did I get here

A walk on a poor lit road in a stale year

I saw consequence as a failure

Well, you failed and left me here

And I learned to let things be

When they’re falling apart in front of me

We’re all sons of sick and mystery

There’s no history, It’s just you and me

Keep me simple

And unplug my head

I want to live

In your innocence

You’ll never find what you’re looking for

We’ll try it all till there is nothing left