Black Out

These thoughts can't be mine
But they're the only thoughts I have
In this city of imitation, dying to survive
And when night comes it's spent on
Getting drunk and taking drugs
Or letting one thing be enough to love someone
But then by day I'm a stomach ache that won't go away

We set patterns that become our balance
Taking things in secret. Keeping ourselves clean
And we keep moving with these same mistakes
Rearranging chemicals in our brains
Nightmares of never remembering anything

'Til we're not around anymore
And there is this hum in our heads
And we're exhausted again
Screaming sound that goes on and on and on and...
Like steady medication wearing out
The shit that we forget

Nothing ever happens. Nothing happens here
And nothing will ever happen. Nothing matters here

Why do we forget the things
We thought we figured out?