First World Kids With First World Problems - Rant
Lacing up my shoes, gotta goEscape
Physical exertion calms the nerves and muffles the mind
Where these rants run rampant
I rely on the runner's high
For solace
From the everyday I don't want to face
Get me out of this place
Listening to Edit the Sad Parts
In front of all of the Chads and Stacys on Main Street
I'm feeling so cool
But all they see is a sweaty guy with an angry face
Oh what a drag, such a backwards scene
Don't mind me
Working through my bullshit publicly
In my head
It seems so positive for my mental health
But if I don't do this I start to fall apart
Dependent on sweating out these demons of mine
Visceral or otherwise
Listening to Edit the Sad Parts
In front of all of the Chads and Stacys on Main Street
I'm feeling so cool
But all they see is a sweaty guy with an angry face
It's just my way of putting all of my problems back, behind me
Running away and calling it a solution to just about everything
I know it's wrong, but I'm too tired to change
Written by:
Mike Shoolbraid
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