Urge to Purge

I can't count the days
 Waiting on a time or a place to change
 It's actually fucked, I'm keeping pace
 Fifty three complaints I'm ill-equipped to face
 If this is playing grown up
 Hold my hair back as I throw up
 Under sheets with all my toes up, wasting away
 'Cause
 Every day's the same
 When you get home from work
 I'll try to keep you entertained
 And I know we're both so far from sane
 Picking fights to let you know I'm glad you came
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 If this is playing grown up
 Hold my hair back as I throw up
 Under sheets with all my toes up, wasting away
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 I can't count the days
 Waiting on a time or a place to change
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 I cannot help you, I never wanted to
 I cannot feel blue, I never wanted to
 I cannot help you, I never wanted to
 I cannot feel blue, I never wanted to
 I cannot help you, I never wanted to
 I cannot feel blue, I never wanted to