Playing Dead

Remember when you wished me ill?
Glad I ignored ya
Working on a living will
Just something I told ya
I wanted to feel like myself
Or someone I once was
It's growing harder to tell
My self is a construct
I built

Go numb, eat, sleep, repeat
I was just playing dead
Was the best fucking ghost on my street
It's mine I still haunt it
Text me before you go to sleep
I'll try to answer it
My body is weathered and weak
The season is constant
I built

I'm still waiting to feel alright
Couldn't force these things if you tried
Don't you worry, come inside
We can talk shit just give it some time
I'm not lazy I'm just tired
The last thing I want in my life
My son seeing me how I was
Telling him sorry for tonight
I won't play dead tomorrow

Just don't think about it



Credits
Writer(s): Daryl Lamont
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