| Here’s the truth: my strength ain’t being honest
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| I mostly work from wanting to be wanted
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| And if there’s something else, well I don’t know if I got it
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| And come the night I’m never really solid
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| Guess I’m not doing well. |
| I’m not doing well
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| I’m not doing well. |
| I’m not doing well
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| I’m no good tonight. |
| no. |
| I don’t feel alright at all
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| Guess I’m not doing well. |
| I’m not doing well
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| 1 2 3 and 4, how long till I feel like myself again? |
| and
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| I’d walk out the door but… where would I go?
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| Try and hide from what’s inside you. |
| you can run but it can find you
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| Where would I go? |
| where would you go?
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| Flattery’s my choice of weapon; |
| poison tastes like my resentment
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| Where would I go? |
| where would you go?
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| Guess I’m not doing well. |
| I’m not doing well
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| I’m not doing well. |
| I’m not doing well
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| I’m no good tonight. |
| no. |
| I don’t feel alright at all
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| Guess I’m not doing well. |
| I’m not doing well
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| Oh. |
| sometimes I feel like there’s no where else to go
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| And every road I take is leading me back
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| And lonely is the girl who doesn’t let it show
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| But every road I take is leading me back
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| Funny to notice that about yourself like all at once I realize I didn’t want to
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| see it
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| And if I been going crazy maybe it’s because I keep on telling myself a story:
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| that I should be doing fine by now
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| Hey, hey, it’s okay
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| Hey, hey, you’re okay
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| Guess I’m not doing well. |
| I’m not doing well
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| I’m not doing well. |
| I’m not doing well
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| I’m no good tonight. |
| no. |
| I don’t feel alright at all
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| Guess I’m not doing well. |
| I’m not doing well |