Woke up, pain in my neck Like I've been sleeping all wrong Or sleeping at all But I probably just care too much About people who couldn't give a fuck
I can't write a happy song to save my life And I'm 21 years old, feels like I've died twice
Went to sleep everyday Each one of my fuck ups likes to slip between my skin 4 AM, they're reminding me that 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 loves himself And my dog dies so 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've died twice
I can't write a happy song to save my life And I'm 21 years old, feels like I've died twice
