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