We've all got crutches, baby
Some just use them more than others
So I prop myself up on one and fake a smile,
It's the only thing I'm halfway good at.

I can't function
The ties that bind are taking limbs and I can't apologize
enough for the mess we're in
I can't function

You seem to be scraping by,
You're not faking it, you're just an artist
Well I feel like hell, and look like shit.

I can't function
The ties that bind are taking limbs and I can't apologize
enough for the mess we're in
I can't function

What good's a body if you never use it?
What good's a substance if you don't abuse it?
I'm all out of trusty chords, and now.....I can't function

I can't function
The ties that bind are taking limbs and I can't apologize
enough for the mess we're in
I can't function





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