Can this day get any worse? Ups, I think it can.

Life's too short to even care at all oh
I'm losing my mind losing my mind losing control
These fishes in the sea they're staring at me oh oh
Oh oh oh oh
A wet world aches for a beat of a drum
Oh

If I could find a way to see this straight
I'd run away
To some fortune that I should have found by now
I'm waiting for this cough syrup to come down, come down

...

So I run to the things they said could, restore me
Restore life the way it should be
I'm waiting for this cough syrup
To come down

What I'm doing: crying at the sound of this song...
Why? Because it's always my damn fault.