Weigh me down.
Weigh me down.
This is your motivation.
This is your 1-2-3-4.
This endless sinking every day of my life
with an addiction simply tossed to the side.
Clinging onto self-control a spoonful at a time.
Weights and measures, what’s your pleasure?
Guess I’ve gotta try.
I wouldn’t call it “depression”
cause I never saw a doctor.
I wouldn’t call it “depression”
but I’m wishing all my flesh would melt away.
Stare at the picture til it burns in your eyes.
Convince yourself it’s just another disguise.
Running out of heart and soul a spoonful at a time.
Circled dates on calendars,
I guess I’ve gotta try.
I wouldn’t call it “depression”
and maybe that’s the problem.
I wouldn’t call it “depression”
but I’m wishing all my flesh would melt away.
Weigh me down.
Weigh me down.
This is your motivation.
This is your 1-2-3-4.
I wouldn’t call it “depression”
but I think this is the bottom.
I wouldn’t call it “depression”
but I don’t know who the hell I’m supposed to be.
Weigh me down.
Weigh me down.
Weigh me down.
Weigh me down.
This is my motivation.
This is my 1.2.3.4.