Woke up, painted my nails(?) Like I've been sleeping all along Or sleeping at all But out bodies just care too much About people who could give a fuck
I can't write a happy song to save my life And I'm 21 years old, feels like I died twice
Went to sleep everyday Each one of my fuck ups likes to slip between my skin 4 A.M. they're reminding me I'm not who I say I am I'm not what they think I am I'm just a try-hard, die-hard narcissist Who wants to love everyone but fucking only love himself And my ? while I'm getting older Every winter comes just a litter bit colder
I can't write a happy song to save my life And I'm 21 years old, feels like I died twice
I can't write a happy song to save my life And I'm 21 years old, feels like I died twice