| I pretend that I’m not afraid
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| And for a moment I believe myself
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| Got lost in the day again
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| Time won’t stop to let me figure shit out
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| The pictures on my eyelids would put me in asylums
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| I’m not even mad though
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| I’ve just gone a little mad, so
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| Don’t blame me for what I say
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| It’s just the trauma talking
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| Am I allowed to love the way?
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| I don’t care anymore
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| I don’t care anymore
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| Time won’t stop to let me figure shit out
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| I don’t care anymore
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| Time won’t stop to let me figure shit out
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| Every nerve underneath my skin
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| Every thought banging on my skull
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| Used to spend my time filtering
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| But maybe I should listen to what they know
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| The pictures on my eyelids would put me in asylums
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| I’m not even mad though
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| I’ve just gone a little mad, so
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| Don’t blame me for what I say
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| It’s just the trauma talking
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| Am I allowed to love the way?
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| I don’t care anymore
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| I don’t care anymore
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| Time won’t stop to let me figure shit out
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| I don’t care anymore
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| Time won’t stop to let me figure shit out
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| I’ma dance on the crooked edges
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| I’ll take what I’m given
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| The darkness won’t scare me
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| My eyes are adjusting
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| I’m sick of the war
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| I don’t care anymore
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| I don’t care anymore
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| I don’t care anymore
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| Time won’t stop to let me figure shit out
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| I don’t care anymore
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| Time won’t stop to let me figure shit out |