Exhausted Love
Eyedea & Abilities Lyrics

I'm so goddamn tired, can't tell if I'm done, or just un-inspired
I am exhausted, unsure if I have finished or lost interest

and don't give me that you can be somebody speech
Do not give me an inspirational speech about being successful

that ain't your place, let me be
It is not your responsibility to motivate me

I'm an example of a candle lit life
I live a life full of passion

with electric relaxation, brain trampled by devotion
My mind is overwhelmed by my commitment to my passions

to remote control channel changin
I am constantly changing channels on my TV with the remote control

something provoked the whole globe to lower expectations
Something has caused the world to have lower standards

damn, what's wrong with my generation?
What is the issue with the current generation?

we was the cream of the crop but it seems we've been robbed
We were once the best, but now we have been cheated out of success

that's what happens when you trade in all your dreams for a job
When you sacrifice your dreams for employment, this is the result

and every day it gets less and less exciting
Every day becomes less and less stimulating

I would make a difference but I'm busy faking this instead of trying
I could make a change, but I am pretending instead of taking action

change my shift from now to never and I'll pretend I'm fine
If I stop trying altogether, I can pretend everything is okay

why am I stuck at the shitty end of the assembly line
Why am I stuck with the least desirable responsibilities?

I guess I'm built to be intoxicated with hope
I am made to be consumed by hopefulness

sometimes it's a journey, most the time it's just a bad joke
Occasionally it is an adventure, but usually it is a terrible ordeal

and in my scroll there's a junk drawr I can't organize
In my notebook, there is a disorganized drawer that I cannot sort out

the first to come in last to leave we'll never be immortalized
We will never be remembered for being the first and last to work each day

this sort of life is completely overrated, I'm sick of being the only one I know that's trying to take it
This way of life is not as great as people make it out to be; I am tired of being the only person who is trying to be successful

so right now I'm heading home, got sounds of nature for you born in my headphones and half a bottle of ???
I am currently going home, listening to the sounds of nature on my headphones and have half a bottle of an indiscernible substance

that's the reaction to an overdose of passion
This is how I react when I am overwhelmed with passion

brainless, stagnant...aint it magic
Being unmoving and dull, it is magical

I never knew ambition could be so fuckin disgusting
I had no idea that ambition could be so repulsive

I earn a good commission but it makes me feel so ugly
Though I receive a substantial paycheck, it makes me feel unattractive

I'm on some not even knowing I'm an illuminatis just as long as playin aging doesn't disrupt my funerals progress
I am unaware of being a member of a secret organization as long as aging does not impede my funeral arrangements

I ain't changin for you I'm not reaching for the sky, I would if you could give me one good reason why I should even try
I will not alter myself for anyone, nor will I strive for greatness unless you can provide a valid reason to do so

because after a while this never ending lame game of what's better could fracture your smiles mainframe forever
After a while, this tiresome competition of being the best could destroy your mental well-being permanently

it's so fun to be in love..or so I've heard
Being in love is said to be enjoyable, but I am skeptical

the meaning has no feeling even though I understand the word
The term holds no emotional significance for me, even though I comprehend its definition

I used to try to make heaven right here on earth but that'll only happen if you find someone else to do the work
I used to strive for utopia on Earth, but that will only happen if someone else does the labor

I'll be surprised when my psychosis turns out to keep the driving focus while I hold the same blurred cloud as burnt out dope heads
I will be astonished when my mental instability prevents me from being productive while I am in the same condition as those who abuse drugs

so for now my worthless counterwork has found a purpose everytime a pound of dirt produced I get my frown referbished
Currently, my unproductive actions hold value because every time I complete a mundane task, I feel better

two for one specials, if you order show the devils, head swole
Two items for the price of one; bring evidence of Satan and get a discounted price

running out of petrol but I won't let go of this gas pedal
I am running out of energy, but I refuse to slow down

till I'm settled and they finally ?? me with that sweet blind security
I will keep going until I am secure and safe from harm

so insecure and messy, mark today the day that dedication died
Feeling anxious and disorganized, I declare today to be the end of dedication

instead of saying goodbye, I'm staying praying that'll I'll stay alive
Instead of bidding farewell, I am hoping to remain alive

because even though I know I hate to love you so much
Although I am aware that I dislike loving you so much

I got no better place to go, that's why I always show up
I have no other location to be, that is why I always come back