Police / / You're Outta Here

The walk from my apartment to train tracks has never seemed.
 So fucking long and so fucking cold just bring me to peace
 My life is nothing more than constant cries of disappointments
 I've leveraged all my time in
 hobbies that aren't valued and unimportant
 But still I come
 I fear myself and I realized that I'm stuck in the same place
 I'm a manic depressive who spends
 all his time in a basement in Brookline
 I say I try but what that really means I complain constantly
 about growing older and dying in my sleep
 I've given up on almost everything
 that I've come in contact with recently
 All that I have going for me is
 playing games made for kids in their teens
 I'll never be anything more than nothing
 "I'll draw a card and pass my turn
 looks like I'm all tapped out
 I'll throw a bolt into your face"
 that's all I think about
 nothing ever seems to change
 whether I want it I always stay the same
 I keep thinking that something I'll do
 will pull me from this home that keeps pulling me in.
 you're pulling me in