| My brain feels heavy like too much TV
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| It’s weighing on me like a pound of concrete
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| I know he wants me and that makes me happy
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| So why do I feel so weird?
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| It’s foggy in my head, like clouds in a storm
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| The wind’s pickin' up, I’m boltin' my shit to the floor
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| But when I’m with him, my shit gets ignored
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| Is that why I feel so weird?
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| I’m alone almost every night
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| And I don’t know if I’m processing right
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| But my therapist says to just let light be light
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| So I’m letting him stay around
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| I think that he’s good for me
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| This boy that I’ve found
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| I don’t like getting attached
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| It makes me feel like I’ve done something bad
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| 'Cause I’m not dependent, and I know that
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| So why am I scared I’m reliving that part of my past?
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| 'Cause I’m alone almost every night
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| And I don’t know if I’m processing right
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| But my therapist says to just let light be light
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| So I’m letting him stay around
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| I think that he’s good for me
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| This boy that I’ve found
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| Oh, I think that he’s good for me
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| This boy that I’ve found
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| Is this what it’s supposed to feel like?
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| Is this what it’s supposed to feel like?
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| Is this what it’s supposed to feel like?
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| Is this what it’s supposed to feel like?
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| 'Cause I’m alone almost every night
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| And I don’t know if I’m processing right
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| But my therapist says to just let light be light
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| So I’m letting him stay around
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| I think that he’s good for me
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| This boy that I’ve found
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| This boy that I’ve found, mmm |