Don't ask me how I've been
Cause I've been unsure
Each day, I feel a bit more insecure
I've been grasping at straws
Just to get out of bed
I've been losing my mind
Just to get out of my head
Oh ooh whoa
It falls apart
Oh ooh whoa
Oh
And now I'm talking trauma
On a Sunday Funday
Don't ask when I'll get better
I'll deflect it with "someday"
Like maybe when we're older
I'll start feeling lucky
Like maybe when we're older
I'll get why you love me
Oh ooh whoa
It falls apart
Oh ooh whoa
But I won't be like this forever
It's just how I feel for now
I've been suffering in silence
But I'm ready to cry out loud
I can't think straight
It feels all too queer
Shorts in November
Guess it's that kind of year
Sequestering my feelings
Till they all go away
Burning through my lines
Until there's nothing left to say
Oh ooh whoa
It falls apart
Oh ooh whoa
But I won't be like this forever
It's just how I feel for now
I've been suffering in silence
But I'm leaving for crying out loud
(When I sing, you sing, but I don't sing anything)
I sing, Whoa oh whoa
Whoa oh whoa
And if you scream you're sorry
I'll just look back with rage
Fighting cruel impulses
As I turn the page
Like a dirty wine glass
Left behind in the sink
Ready to crack
With the slightest clink
If I could start all over
I would stop right there
Save you all the trouble
And stay out of your hair
But my blood's on the page
It belongs to my art
And when you tell your own stories
You can rewrite the bad parts
Rewrite the bad parts
Until the lines on the page come off