Faded

The child roams slowly in the night
With some earbuds and a hoodie
Walking on his lonesome
He's really just thinking about his life
Wondering what his parents would say if they woke up and saw him
He's spent his last twelve dollars on a gram
And a can of Arizona which he holds in his hand
His night went well
According to plan
He's even found a way to sneak past his doorman
Ooo he's in trouble now
He's gotta quit
But the question is how
It's the pressure
The feeling
The music
The lights
The people that he's meeting
Who tell him that he's right
He's in bed with a headache contemplating
If the shit he's out here doing is really making a statement
He's popped too many pills last night
And at this point
He's really fucking tired of being faded (Uhh)

Tired of being faded
Yeah he's tired of being faded
Tired of being faded
Yeah he's tired of being faded

The child sits in his room
No purpose
He wants to get out
But at this point it's not worth it
He's reminiscing of a time
Late nights on the train when he was really in his prime
And really on the brink of his brain about to sink
He sits on the floor and begins to rethink
It's the xans
The girls
The feeling you get
The freedom to live
And the will to forget
It's the bits and pieces of being a kid
We're all having fun
I guess it's just how it is
It's the feeling of being on stage in a stadium
We've all got that friend there's no saving him
In the end you're probably gonna hate him
You know you're just tired of being faded
You know you're just tired of being faded
You know you're just tired of being faded (Uhh)

Tired of being faded
Tired of being faded

Tired of being faded
Yeah he's tired of being faded
Tired of being faded
Yeah he's tired of being faded