I’m not love sick, but I’m sick enough to never let go of the past
To the point where I become an archaeologist
From all the shit I dig up and, yeah, I’ve been a wreck
For weeks at a time, but things got better
I’m doing fine
I scream at myself in the mirror to see if I believe
If all these questions have been answered
Like what the hell is wrong with me
I’ll figure it out eventually
Waiting for this mirage to become a lake
That I can drown in to take away this pain
But now it’s not so bad, at least that’s what I think
At least I can get out of bed
I guess I’m better, I guess I’m better, I guess I’m better
I guess…
I’m doing fine
I scream at myself in the mirror to see if I believe
If all these question have been answered
Like what the hell is wrong with me
I’ll figure it out eventually
credits
from SQUIRM,
released February 12, 2016
lyrics by morgan
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