Lyrics
The Melatonin doesn't work anymore
The Valium just stops the hurt but not the Cortisol
If I could teleport from here, I'll choose the Midway Atoll
Or just the space in between your neck where it meets your shoulder
But just this once (but just this once)
I'd like to see the world in three-dimensions
Keep wasting 'til you're shed, we keep it simple
The breathing exercises hurt and don't do fuck-all
He said, "The beta-blockers work, but there's a system"
"The anxiety's not the cause, it's just a symptom"
But I know you
I'll live with you 'til our bones grow old
I'll still pick you like a scab or a mole
And I'll pull you into a dive or a stall
Ain't that miserable?
Ain't that miserable?
Ain't that miserable?
Help, why the fuck do I still self-sabotage?
When I'm finally happy
Oh, oh, woo
Wah, wah, wah!
Oh, hey, hey, yeah, yeah, yeah
So it turns out everyone just hopes to God you're failing
And if you claim that you eat my words then take this as a warning
Nothing around here fucking works, we're just flat-out boring
We're all apes with a diary book and corporate reads your pages
I've just been doing, like, music and stuff
Hmm
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