Crooks

If this is living the dream
 Just kill me
 Or at least wake me up
 If this is reality
 I need out of this situation
 'Cause I'm a stencil, filled in with broken pencils
 Aggressive but gentle
 Treated like a rental
 Thought I was special, but the truth keeps sinking in
 Tried to drown out in denial
 But the air keeps finding me
 I feel handcuffed here
 When all I want to do is flee the scene
 'Cause I don't need to change
 I see the power in inflicting pain
 And I made up this entire game
 So I know all the best rules to break
 I'm a weed
 I want to take over everything
 And I'm succeeding
 At suffocating all my surroundings
 And you'll beg
 And you'll cry
 And I'll move on
 And you'll try
 Am I hanging in or hanging on?
 It gets so foggy when things go wrong
 I'm no quitter, I just quit
 When the situation demands it
 If this is living the dream
 Just kill me
 Or at least wake me up
 If this is reality
 I need more stimulation
 If this is living the dream
 Just kill me
 Or at least wake me up
 If this is reality
 I need out of this situation