Bad At Dying, Worse At Living (80s Alternative Rock)

Описание: Bad At Dying, Worse At Living (80s Alternative Rock)
1/2026 Jocki

I woke up wired and half asleep,
Empty hands, but promises to keep.
I’m drowning in a shallow rush,
Too tired to move, too close to touch.

I feel alive like something dead,
One more thought still in my head.
All the good seats taken fast,
But I know time — it lets me pass.

I don’t fit the end, I don’t fit the start,
I miss the skill for falling apart.

I’m bad at dying, worse at living,
Got no reason left for giving.
I want what I want but don’t know why,
I’m not done yet, but I don’t try.

I’m bad at dying, weak at life,
Still feel the fire, still feel the knife.
Something’s burning deep in me,
But nothing here feels like it’s mine.

I’m hungry full of cheap desire,
Drunk on time that won’t expire.
I don’t know if I should breathe,
But I’ve been here eternally.

I stand above myself like blame,
Looking for a face, a name.
There’s a will outside the door,
A quiet want for something more.

I don’t fit the dark, I don’t fit the light,
I lose myself in every fight.

I’m bad at dying, worse at living,
Got no truth worth forgiving.
I want what I want but don’t know why,
I’m still here screaming silently.

I’m bad at dying, weak at life,
Still feel the heat, still feel the ice.
Something’s burning deep in me,
But nothing yet belongs to me.

If this is all, then let it burn,
I’m still too proud to never learn.
I’m not a hero, not a ghost,
Just something standing in between both.

I’m bad at dying, stuck alive,
Learning slow how to survive.
No good reason, no excuse,
Still chasing what I choose to lose.

I’m bad at dying, raw at life,
But maybe that’s the point tonight.
If there’s a self I haven’t had,
I’ll find it here — or burn it fast.

Audio by CakeWalk, Suno 5.0