Ex Post Facto

Every morning I wake up and regret everything I've ever said or done
And then and then and then and then and then
Every night just for fun
I sabotage every interaction I'm part of
Again again again again again

It's easier to be in the water when you start to bleed

When will I shut up and finally be kind to myself?
When will I get over wallowing in sickness and hell?

I think I finally found the way, it's what they say
Gotta make some space for you to make a few mistakes
Suppose it ain't always your reckoning
'Cause once you travel far enough to see the start
From up on the mountaintop you're standing on
You can clearly see the wounds left on the person you used to be
It's easier to heal retroactively

When will I shut up and finally be kind to myself?
When will I get over wallowing in sickness and hell?

And will it be easy or will it feel like pulling teeth?



Credits
Writer(s): Aubree Roe
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