| I thought that I’d be fine
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| Maybe get to know myself
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| But it’s hard when the lights all turn off
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| I feel like I’m living hell
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| Maybe I just need time
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| Think that I read somewhere that shit helps
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| But it’s hard when the lights all turn off
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| And I’ve run out of my pills
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| But, how are you doing?
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| How’s your mother?
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| I’ve been worried about her
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| And are your panic attacks getting easier or harder?
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| Feels like I’m pulling teeth out, the silence… no conversation
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| Been speaking to myself, I think she thinks I’m going crazy
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| Did you get the job you want?
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| You always said you hate your boss
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| And I know it’s selfish but I hate
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| That you’re smiling when I’m not
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| And I know it’s selfish, selfish
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| But I can’t help it, help it
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| And I know it’s selfish, selfish
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| But I can’t help it, help it
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| And I know it’s selfish, selfish
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| But I can’t help it, help it
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| And I know it’s selfish, selfish
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| But I can’t help it, help it |