Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Won't Be Me, artist - Telltale.
Date of issue: 25.06.2020
Song language: English
Won't Be Me |
Worry more, love myself less |
Press eject, forget the reset |
Never hit the rewind, finish it |
On the floor with my old VHS |
Like a tape you can play me |
Put me in when you’re lonely |
Pressure building up ‘til my ears ring |
I’ve still been reaching for the kitchen sink |
That sinking feeling tied my hands and both my feet |
Had to cut the rope, been forgetting how to breath |
And now I’m giving up again |
Another eighty milligrams |
Between the medicine my therapist prescribes |
The angst in my veins and the late night drives |
No one seems to recognize the pain in my eyes |
It’s like the chemicals that keep life stable gave up on me |
It’s not my fault that I don’t understand what makes you happy |
‘Cause how can I know fulfillment when I have never felt it |
So don’t ask me what you need |
‘Cause I know it won’t be me |
Like a fish tank my head swims |
Ibuprofen for the bed spins |
Death is looking in with an evil grin |
Grinning turning into grammacing |
That evil smile got me feeling paranoid |
Had me running scared ever since I was a boy |
Now he’s coming out again |
Yeah, that’s who I really am |
Between the thoughts tucked up in my hollow brain |
The ink in my skin and the scars on my leg |
My life has been rearranged |
My disposition changed |
It’s like the chemicals that keep life stable gave up on me |
It’s not my fault that I don’t understand what makes you happy |
‘Cause how can I know fulfillment when I have never felt it |
So don’t ask me what you need |
‘Cause I know it won’t be me |
Yeah, I know it won’t be me |
It’s like the chemicals that keep life stable gave up on me |
It’s not my fault that I don’t understand what makes you happy |
‘Cause how can I know fulfillment when I have never felt it |
So don’t ask me what you need |
‘Cause I know it won’t be me |
That evil smile got me feeling paranoid |
Had me running scared ever since I was a boy |
Now he’s coming out again |
Yeah, that’s who I really am |
Between the thoughts tucked up in my hollow brain |
The ink in my skin and the scars on my leg |
My life has been rearranged |
My disposition changed |