Delving into the depths of existential malaise, BoyWithUke crafts a poignant narrative that encapsulates the struggles of modern life. The lyrics convey a profound sense of weariness and disillusionment, as the protagonist grapples with feelings of isolation and despair. The recurring motif of feeling like "a sack of shit" each morning underscores a pervasive sense of worthlessness and fatigue. This emotional turmoil is exacerbated by financial burdens, symbolized by student loans, and an overwhelming sense of impending doom. The imagery of hiding from life's challenges and encountering metaphorical corpses behind doors illustrates an avoidance behavior towards unresolved issues. Despite this bleak outlook, there remains a flicker of desire for connection and comfort, as evidenced by the wish to hold someone tight 🌙. Ultimately, the song serves as a candid exploration of mental health struggles in contemporary society 🧠.
Kind of Sick of Life
Lyrics
(Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh-ooh)
(Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh-ooh)
I don't wanna take out loans, I don't wanna be at home
I don't wanna say goodbye and I don't wanna be alone
I just wanna stay inside, I don't know how or where I'd hide
And I don't wanna suicide, but I'm getting sick of life
I wake up every morning feeling like a sack of shit
And it don't matter if it's pouring outside
'Cause I'm so sick of all the fallacies and galaxies I make with all the sticks I find
And words that rhyme, I try to cry, I tried to mind my pessimist
But consciousness is closing in, and my resolve is wearing thin
Impulsiveness is my illness and demons like to listen in
I'm falling through the corridor of all the things that I adore
I open doors and find a corpse, but I ignore it, of course
Yeah, I ignore it of course
Yeah, I ignore it of course
I just wanna spend the night
I just wanna stop the fighting I hear inside my head
I just wanna hold you tight
I just kinda feel uneasy when it approaches evening
There's monsters in my bed and there's no one that can save me
Lately, I've been feeling crazy
Numbers in my head, I'm counting student loans and babies
Maybe I'll be looking 'round for daisies
To put upon my coffin, I'll be buried in shortly
I wake up every morning feeling like a sack of shit
And it don't matter if it's pouring outside
'Cause I'm so sick of all the fallacies and galaxies I make with all the sticks I find
And words that rhyme, I try to cry, I tried to mind my pessimist
But consciousness is closing in, and my resolve is wearing thin
Impulsiveness is my illness and demons like to listen in
I'm falling through the corridor of all the things that I adore
I open doors and find a corpse, but I ignore it, of course
Yeah, I ignore it of course
Yeah, I ignore it of course
(Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh-ooh)
(Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh-ooh)
Writer(s): Charley Yang
Copyright(s): Lyrics © Songtrust Ave, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
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