Uploaded February 2025 | Updated September 2026, 3 days ago

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Original: Theory of a Deadman
Cover version: Songs in the Key of CWC

Lyrics

Wake up to a cloudy day
Dark rolls in and it starts to rain
Staring out to the cage-like walls
Time goes by and the shadows crawl
Crushin' Candy Crush-ing pills
Got no job, mom pays my bills
Textin', Nexus, get my feels
Sweatin' bullets, Netflix-chills

World's out there singin' the blues
Twenty more dead on the evening news
Think to myself: "really, what's the use?"
I'm just like you, I was born to lose

Why oh why can't you just fix me?
When all I want's to feel numb
But the medication's all gone
Why oh why does God hate me?
When all I want's to get high
And forget this so-called life

I am so frickin' bored
Nothing to do today
I guess I'll sit around and medicate (I medicate)
I am so frickin' bored
Nothing to do today
I guess I'll sit around and medicate (I medicate)

Can't wait to feel better than I ever will
Attack that shit like a kid on Benadryl
Chase it down with a hopeful smile
Hate myself, if I can go for miles
They say family is all you need
Someone to trust can help you breathe
Inhale that drug, but you start to choke
You follow the outs of an inside joke

Why oh why can't you just fix me?
When all I want's to feel numb
But the medication's all gone
Why oh why does God hate me?
Cause I've seen enough of it, heard enough of it, felt enough of it
I've had enough of it

I am so frickin' bored
Nothing to do today
I guess I'll sit around and medicate (I medicate)
I am so frickin' bored
Nothing to do today
I guess I'll sit around and medicate

Medicate
Medicate
Medicate
Medicate