| Having trouble with myself these days
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| I’m caged by my despondent ways
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| I wake up late and leave early
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| But it’s the crux of me to communicate cryptically
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| But I always speak softly when I’m talking to you
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| My friends and my habits, they stick to me like glue
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| But I always speak freely when I’m venting to you
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| But it’s no consolation for the way that I act
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| I will push you away, I will push you back
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| And you say
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| «You should get your shit together,
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| You could be so much better
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| If you get your shit together,
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| And know when you’re right, you’re right»
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| You see the ugly parts I wish you never knew
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| It’s hard to sit and hide when I’m always seeking you
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| Will you love me still if I can’t get out of bed?
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| Will you love me still with all these sick thoughts in my head?
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| I should get my shit together
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| I could be so much better
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| If I just get my shit together
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| And know when I’m right, I’m right |