"End Of The Day" lyrics

Runnin' away from problems, I can't help it
But I guess I'm gettin' better at the end of the day
Runnin' away from problems, I can't help it
But I guess I'm gettin' better at the end of the day

I'm lookin' for answers, I could use a helping hand
I don't wanna talk to nobody, talk to Percocets instead
I'm a junkie with some money, what the fuck you expect?
A rock star lifestyle, might not make it
I'm livin' too fast
Escapin' all my problems in a get-away cab
And everybody tellin' me, "It's not that bad"
But it's that bad, it's that bad
I'm shit-faced, runnin' through my head, I think I died
Oh, no, wait, baby I'm here, I'm still alive
My mistakes caused a social suicide
It's why nowadays I don't ever go outside
Problem after problem, pill after pill
Kiss after kiss and thrill after thrill (Thrill after thrill)
I wonder if you feel the way I feel
I wonder if you feel the way I feel
I wonder if you feel the way these pills feel
I wonder if you feel the way I feel
Maybe you don't, but still
Maybe you won't, I will

Runnin' away from problems, I can't help it
But I guess I'm gettin' better at the end of the day
Runnin' away from problems, I can't help it
But I guess I'm gettin' better at the end of the day
Runnin' away from problems, I can't help it
But I guess I'm gettin' better at the end of the day
Runnin' away from problems, I can't help it
But I guess I'm gettin' better at the end of the day