I spent New Year's Eve, 2018
In London, wondering when I could leave
Fear of missing out is my main motivation
Staying booked and busy, never take a vacation
Leaving a meeting for another meeting
7-Eleven is all that I'm eating
Jealous of the people sitting down at a table
I would if I was able, mmm
I work 9 to 5 to 9
Shouldn't I be working all the time?
Always on to the next
Wake up already stressed
And I can sleep in when I'm dead
I'm way too sick and tired
Feeling so uninspired
Maybe the grind is how I'm wired
But I'm burned out
I didn't say stop (I should say it)
I'm such a terrible friend
Sorry double-booked, I've gotta cancel again
And damn, I get so overwhelmed
But rather take care of business than take care of myself
I can't help but feel it's all for nothing
What if I never can afford the house that I grew up in?
And did I brush my teeth last night?
I've forgotten what my bed feels like
Always on to the next
Wake up already stressed
And I can sleep in when I'm dead
I'm way too sick and tired
Feeling so uninspired
Maybe the grind is how I'm wired
But I'm burned out
Mm
I don't really feel like writing a bridge
Always on to the next
Wake up already stressed
And I can sleep in when I'm dead
I'm way too sick and tired
Feeling so uninspired
Maybe the grind is how I'm wired
But I'm burned out (burned out)