no-self-control:

Mansions // Not My Blood

I could go out every night, 
Or I could work that nine to five.
Neither makes me more or less alive.
I am more or less alive.

Adrenaline is not my blood.
Amphetamines are not my love.
You say it’s tired. You say I’m stuck.
Say what I got is not enough.
No, what I have will never be, 
Who I am will never be enough.