Settle from Head Piece by Mitch Jordan

It’s been grey all week, and each night you’ll end up blacked out.
Why should you think that these days will get better?
And you’ve pinned yourself to a job that sounds nice
It's gotten so easy that you fucking hate it.

Week after week, your routine never changes
I think I need to call my grandma soon
And if she heard me say, “I wish I had more time,”
She’d roll her eyes and say, “Tell me about it.”

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This would’ve never happened had you been so obsessive
With weighing your options and never rolling the dice.
And these types of complications trace to back just to one person
And they’ve been staring back at you for all of your predictable life, your life.

And there’s no bigger blame that I put on any soul
Than the empty claims of my past lives.
Carry the weight, dead as it may be.
Then some people wonder whey their life feels like purgatory.

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