Pseudo Individual

I know you probably think the same
But I don't care
Because anonymous voices are just sad to me
Another stab in the dark
While I was searching for a message in a bottle in a bar
That told me that
I am my own worst enemy

But I don't have to love myself
She loves me
And I can put away these thoughts til another day
Yeah I don't have to love myself
She loves me
And that's the way that these things work, isn't it

I tried to live a better life
But it only made things worse
A product of a generation that feels
Cursed or so it seemed
I couldn't believe there was someone else like me

Cause I don't have to love myself
She loves me
And that's the way that these things work, isn't it
And she will do a better job anyway
And I can put away these thoughts til another day

Blessed and cursed in equal measures
But I never seem to measure up in the end (?)
That's how I ended up sick to death of
Family and friends telling me that
I am my own worst enemy

But now I don't have to love myself
She loves me
And I can put away these thoughts til another day
And she will do a better job anyway
And I can put away these thoughts til another day