Never Been Better
Why am I getting sad when I'm drinking
I should be smiling, I'm surrounded by friends
This party's been fun, but I'm overthinking
Pretty much every relationship I've ever had
And I'm not mad
But it's confusing
To feel so alone
With your friends
So I'm getting sad
While I'm boozing
Don't want to leave you
But I think we've reached the end
Why am I so sick and tired of everything
Well, maybe I'm broken
Why do I use all these terrible words that sting
People I care about
I'm too damn scared
To sit and think
About what I'm becoming alone
So I dial my counselor again
For validation that I'm not on my own
Why am I sitting down in this hallway
I can't seem to rejoin my friends; I'll stare at my phone
Why do I come to these things in the first place
I could just sit back in my hallway at home
But I know that if
I stayed at home
I'd still be confused
But also alone
If I'm here I
Can blame it on
The alcohol
Even though I know it's just me
I'm not fucking ready
To face the piece of shit I'm turning into
Just that I know it's happening
Doesn't mean I know how to put a stop to
I'm not fucking ready
To face the piece of shit I'm turning into
Just that I know it's happening
Doesn't mean I know how to put a stop to
The thoughts inside my head
I should be smiling, I'm surrounded by friends
This party's been fun, but I'm overthinking
Pretty much every relationship I've ever had
And I'm not mad
But it's confusing
To feel so alone
With your friends
So I'm getting sad
While I'm boozing
Don't want to leave you
But I think we've reached the end
Why am I so sick and tired of everything
Well, maybe I'm broken
Why do I use all these terrible words that sting
People I care about
I'm too damn scared
To sit and think
About what I'm becoming alone
So I dial my counselor again
For validation that I'm not on my own
Why am I sitting down in this hallway
I can't seem to rejoin my friends; I'll stare at my phone
Why do I come to these things in the first place
I could just sit back in my hallway at home
But I know that if
I stayed at home
I'd still be confused
But also alone
If I'm here I
Can blame it on
The alcohol
Even though I know it's just me
I'm not fucking ready
To face the piece of shit I'm turning into
Just that I know it's happening
Doesn't mean I know how to put a stop to
I'm not fucking ready
To face the piece of shit I'm turning into
Just that I know it's happening
Doesn't mean I know how to put a stop to
The thoughts inside my head
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Writer(s): Hayden Rheinfelder
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