| Stressed out hurting like a monday | |
| blacked out all the words I couldn't say | |
| too much is never enough for you | |
| situation might sort out easily | |
| but frustration gets the best of me | |
| Deal the hand | |
| there's nothing left to lose | |
| nothing seems to go my way | |
| gonna drive my car off the edge of this dead-end highway | |
| Yeah, so as you're falling asleep | |
| I hope you got what you need | |
| there's nothing left that you can say | |
| lying there, you're a lie to me | |
| messed up sweet angel leaves a bad taste | |
| fed up cause you always try to save face | |
| every star I wish upon falls on me. |