[Verse 1]
Wake up one morning
A brand new set of days
Take it easy
There’s not much else to say
And I’ve been crying all this time
Waiting for something new to arise
[Verse 2]
Well, he still let me go while I kept holding on
I wished him the best and nothing’s clearer
But I’ve never felt a wound like this before
And as I said my goodbye this one last very time
Closed up the wall, the worst is over
But it only seemed like the pain had just begun
[Chorus]
So what am I
To do, to do, to do
With you, with you?
Dear, Psychodemia
What am I
To do, to do, to do
With you, with you?
Dear, Psychodemia
[Verse 3]
This digital mainstream
Is making it hard for me to sleep
Birds singing in the morning
Is the only face to face I’ve had in weeks
And I don’t want to lose my mind tonight
Waiting on someone new to arrive
[Chorus]
So what am I
To do, to do, to do
With you, with you?
Dear, Psychodemia
What am I
To do, to do, to do
With you, with you?
Dear, Psychodemia
[Bridge]
You don’t know what you’re made of
What you’re made of
What you’re made of
And that’s ok
You don’t know what you’re made of
What you’re made of
What you’re made of
And that’s ok
You’ll get there someday
Dear, Psychodemia
Dear, Psychodemia
Wake up one morning
A brand new set of days
Take it easy
There’s not much else to say
And I’ve been crying all this time
Waiting for something new to arise
[Verse 2]
Well, he still let me go while I kept holding on
I wished him the best and nothing’s clearer
But I’ve never felt a wound like this before
And as I said my goodbye this one last very time
Closed up the wall, the worst is over
But it only seemed like the pain had just begun
[Chorus]
So what am I
To do, to do, to do
With you, with you?
Dear, Psychodemia
What am I
To do, to do, to do
With you, with you?
Dear, Psychodemia
[Verse 3]
This digital mainstream
Is making it hard for me to sleep
Birds singing in the morning
Is the only face to face I’ve had in weeks
And I don’t want to lose my mind tonight
Waiting on someone new to arrive
[Chorus]
So what am I
To do, to do, to do
With you, with you?
Dear, Psychodemia
What am I
To do, to do, to do
With you, with you?
Dear, Psychodemia
[Bridge]
You don’t know what you’re made of
What you’re made of
What you’re made of
And that’s ok
You don’t know what you’re made of
What you’re made of
What you’re made of
And that’s ok
You’ll get there someday
Dear, Psychodemia
Dear, Psychodemia
( Jesse Caruso )
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