Verse I Once again it's Sunday, and I'm sitting at home Got a big pizza and a can that's waiting to be cracked open On TV, there's just some guy throwing punches And a commercial asking why I'm so alone Without any interest, I switch to a movie that everyone knows And everyone who knows it, immediately names the actors But not me, because that's too much and it's a crappy movie anyway So don't ask me why I'm so reluctant I look to the side at the lamp that's shining Where someone used to sit, now just a memory Like the sky vanishing that's been washed ten times a day And still never gets clean, it's for sure That you'll never come to visit here Half a pizza later, it's time to take a bite And I find it hard to take it seriously, like most things here Because the one who laughs at themselves laughs the best That's why I definitely won't take a bite here Hook The thoughts come, all in a circle The thoughts go, all in a circle The pressure, the tears, the sweat The strength I lose, for nothing I know (2x) Verse II Clicking on that icon, opening the internet Seeing that circle that shows the site's loading I see pictures of a better life Eating fish and not pizza and the sea is right there Jealousy stares at me from the screen and I ask myself is it bad If I sit here at home and tomorrow I'll get screwed again In my head are thoughts like sinking ships My life – damn, I don't have it under control And the ghosts inside me, banging on the walls I can't fight them, after all, they're inside me And I know, it's useless to fight The voices inside me, I can't argue with them But what good is it to be a bad guy if no one cares? Or what good is it to be the best if no one knows? Because when courage sinks, the thoughts get darker I notice, I'm once again pushing my boundaries Hook Bridge So how do I get out of here? There are so many options, like sand in the sea Just living in Switzerland and the next is the Thun Lake And I can't decide between a psychologist and psychotherapy Because both options in my eyes are only for a few lunatics - damn So I'll just chill here at home The only truth is writing lyrics for my babe - for my mixtape And I still don't know what it's called But at least it's a name: N-I-K-N, you know Hook
