These Days

These days, man. I am done
I am done, man. It's too much

All the voices in my head
Say it's worthless to try again
It surely feels like the end
I don't know how I let it get to this

These days, man. I am done
I am done, man. It's too much

Pressure mounting on my chest
As I hunt for peace of mind
In a maze I ran into

These days, man. I think Im done
I think Im done, man
It's getting harder to get up
But I ain't giving up

These days, man
Yeah, they see sunshine, sometimes
I'm not always blind
I just need some extra time
I'm a walking collage of people
A rainbow of borrowed colors
Trying to discover who I am
With a cigar and scotch in each hand

I'm in an endless vicious cycle
But, somehow, in a way I feel comfort
It's hard to discover who I am
With all these wrong elements at hand

Pressure gliding off my chest
Slowly getting rid of the pain
And all the weight so I can see through
These days, man
These days, man
I've got to know