Another night at home
Another Google search
"10 Easy Steps to Replicate Some Normal Social Function"
I find it hard these days to reproduce self worth
The kind of confidence I could pretend to have when I was younger
My socks are inside out
Suspended upside down
Let all the blood rush to your head
Sit it quick and let it all drain out
Cause these days feeling something's just been something to do
And my high school friends armchair psyche class doesn't help too much
But I'm the first to admit that asking for real hеlp is real hard
I stayed up way too late to study how thе hardwood creeks
Beneath the weight of [?] old Nikes [?] socks underneath
I picked a blade of my ceiling fan, tracked its spin for a minute
So hyper focused on whatever gets me through this week
Keep your chin up or you won't see what happened
And blow your head up so we can talk about it
I find God in a pale blue box
And the Devil in a pile of dirt
And I don't need this
And I can't do it
And I don't need this
And I don't need my high school friend's armchair psyche class, it doesn't help too much
And I'm the first to admit that asking for real help is real hard
Another night at home
Another Google search
"10 Easy Steps to Replicate Some normal social function"
I find it hard these days to reproduce self worth
The kind of confidence I could pretend to have when I was younger
Another baited breath
Another bad excuse
The pinpoint pressure in my forehead from my lack of use
Another silent shout
Day in and cold day out
You haven't slept for days kid
Whatcha worried about?
Another Google search
"10 Easy Steps to Replicate Some Normal Social Function"
I find it hard these days to reproduce self worth
The kind of confidence I could pretend to have when I was younger
My socks are inside out
Suspended upside down
Let all the blood rush to your head
Sit it quick and let it all drain out
Cause these days feeling something's just been something to do
And my high school friends armchair psyche class doesn't help too much
But I'm the first to admit that asking for real hеlp is real hard
I stayed up way too late to study how thе hardwood creeks
Beneath the weight of [?] old Nikes [?] socks underneath
I picked a blade of my ceiling fan, tracked its spin for a minute
So hyper focused on whatever gets me through this week
Keep your chin up or you won't see what happened
And blow your head up so we can talk about it
I find God in a pale blue box
And the Devil in a pile of dirt
And I don't need this
And I can't do it
And I don't need this
And I don't need my high school friend's armchair psyche class, it doesn't help too much
And I'm the first to admit that asking for real help is real hard
Another night at home
Another Google search
"10 Easy Steps to Replicate Some normal social function"
I find it hard these days to reproduce self worth
The kind of confidence I could pretend to have when I was younger
Another baited breath
Another bad excuse
The pinpoint pressure in my forehead from my lack of use
Another silent shout
Day in and cold day out
You haven't slept for days kid
Whatcha worried about?
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