malaise
20 Still stuck in my malaise
Butter cut it with the marmalade
Trying to realize whats today
Okay
Now take her to the promenade
20 Still stuck in my malaise
Butter cut it with the marmalade
Trying to realize whats today
Okay
Now take her to the promenade
I don't know that I love you
I don't know that I don't
I don't know how I'm feeling
But I know how to gloat
Every time that I open
My big fucking mouth
It leaves me alone
With a lot to think about
When I pushed you away
It felt good for a bit
Then I missed you
Then it felt like I quit
And Dad always said
To try my best
It's hard when it's Urs. I detest
I swear hand on my chest
Depression I'm over it
Still Manic I'm over it
You I'm not over yet
And when I play a set
I go fucking crazy
That's me on the daily
Something I don't wanna talk about
All I wanna do is
Scream and shout
20 Still stuck in my malaise
Butter cut it with the marmalade
Trying to realize whats today
Okay
Now take her to the promenade
20 Still stuck in my malaise
Butter cut it with the marmalade
Trying to realize whats today
Okay
Now take her to the promenade
The feeling of anxieties, stuck
Repeating over and over
Like a glitch
Its touch nonexistent
A ghost of what was once intimate
Gone
As though it had all been just skipped
Be
Forever haunting me as though
You really are gone
You really are
Gone.
Butter cut it with the marmalade
Trying to realize whats today
Okay
Now take her to the promenade
20 Still stuck in my malaise
Butter cut it with the marmalade
Trying to realize whats today
Okay
Now take her to the promenade
I don't know that I love you
I don't know that I don't
I don't know how I'm feeling
But I know how to gloat
Every time that I open
My big fucking mouth
It leaves me alone
With a lot to think about
When I pushed you away
It felt good for a bit
Then I missed you
Then it felt like I quit
And Dad always said
To try my best
It's hard when it's Urs. I detest
I swear hand on my chest
Depression I'm over it
Still Manic I'm over it
You I'm not over yet
And when I play a set
I go fucking crazy
That's me on the daily
Something I don't wanna talk about
All I wanna do is
Scream and shout
20 Still stuck in my malaise
Butter cut it with the marmalade
Trying to realize whats today
Okay
Now take her to the promenade
20 Still stuck in my malaise
Butter cut it with the marmalade
Trying to realize whats today
Okay
Now take her to the promenade
The feeling of anxieties, stuck
Repeating over and over
Like a glitch
Its touch nonexistent
A ghost of what was once intimate
Gone
As though it had all been just skipped
Be
Forever haunting me as though
You really are gone
You really are
Gone.
Credits
Writer(s): Jake Hill
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