Depression & Acceptance
This shit's for me
This time's for me
There's time for me
Please don't put it on the line for me
Please don't make me choose so immediately
Oh leave her alone
Goddamn
Get fucking grown
Goddamn
You know she's gone
Goddamn
Well goddamn
You're goddamn right
But just 'cos you're right don't mean I won't fight
And maybe if I fight it'll reignite
And if I can overwrite this long goodnight
With something that look like a phase two
Bouncing back like Kangaroo
Baby all I want is you
Mm
Well that's not true
I know what I miss is the me we built
The life in between our patchwork quilt
I finally felt seen
I finally feel seen
I see myself and I'm not too bad
I'm not that bad
I'm not as bad as I once saw myself
I know that I'm working on myself
And I'm not the me I was at sixteen
Man, that kid was pretty mean
But the burden of that makes it hard to clean the slate
My slate
My conscience and my mind
But I don't need you to see this through
In fact this is just mine
In fact I can redesign
With me, myself & I
The fact that the fruit is now in bloom doesn't restrict me to the vine
This shit's for me
This time's for me
There's time for me
There's time for me
This shit's for me
This time's for me
There's time for me
There's time for me
This shit's for me
This time's for me
There's time for me
There's time for me
This time's for me
There's time for me
Please don't put it on the line for me
Please don't make me choose so immediately
Oh leave her alone
Goddamn
Get fucking grown
Goddamn
You know she's gone
Goddamn
Well goddamn
You're goddamn right
But just 'cos you're right don't mean I won't fight
And maybe if I fight it'll reignite
And if I can overwrite this long goodnight
With something that look like a phase two
Bouncing back like Kangaroo
Baby all I want is you
Mm
Well that's not true
I know what I miss is the me we built
The life in between our patchwork quilt
I finally felt seen
I finally feel seen
I see myself and I'm not too bad
I'm not that bad
I'm not as bad as I once saw myself
I know that I'm working on myself
And I'm not the me I was at sixteen
Man, that kid was pretty mean
But the burden of that makes it hard to clean the slate
My slate
My conscience and my mind
But I don't need you to see this through
In fact this is just mine
In fact I can redesign
With me, myself & I
The fact that the fruit is now in bloom doesn't restrict me to the vine
This shit's for me
This time's for me
There's time for me
There's time for me
This shit's for me
This time's for me
There's time for me
There's time for me
This shit's for me
This time's for me
There's time for me
There's time for me
Credits
Writer(s): Christopher Hopkin
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