under my shirt
I'm just a little bit stressed
A little underdressed
A little bit too much obsessed
With how things turned out
I lost the count of days
Forgive me momma
I've been drinking lots
Been helplessly connecting all the dots
There's too much trauma weighing on my chest
Now how come I invest more than I get?
Summer took a toll on me
No freckles, just scars
Now under my shirt, you see
Is one weary heart
I'm just a little bit stressed
A little underdressed
A little bit too much obsessed
With how things turned out
I lost the count of days
Don't get enough rest
I'm failing all the tests
Only sorry
I let you leave me in a mess
And there's no doubt
You lost, I found myself
Got empty pockets
With a heart of gold
Depressed, but friends say I should carry on
(Not a sprint, but a marathon. I'm running on my own)
Talking to my therapist for navigation
Writing in the morning daily affirmations
My life is a book in need of adaptation
Tarantino's in directors
'Cause this shit is a fucking mess
Summer took a toll on me (no freckles, just scars)
So now under my shirt, you see
Is one weary heart
I'm just a little bit stressed
A little underdressed
A little bit too much obsessed
With how things turned out
I lost the count of days
Don't get enough rest
I'm failing all the tests
I let you leave me in a mess
And there's no doubt
You lost, I found myself
You lost, I found myself
You lost, I found myself
And there's no doubt
You lost, I found myself
I found myself
A little underdressed
A little bit too much obsessed
With how things turned out
I lost the count of days
Forgive me momma
I've been drinking lots
Been helplessly connecting all the dots
There's too much trauma weighing on my chest
Now how come I invest more than I get?
Summer took a toll on me
No freckles, just scars
Now under my shirt, you see
Is one weary heart
I'm just a little bit stressed
A little underdressed
A little bit too much obsessed
With how things turned out
I lost the count of days
Don't get enough rest
I'm failing all the tests
Only sorry
I let you leave me in a mess
And there's no doubt
You lost, I found myself
Got empty pockets
With a heart of gold
Depressed, but friends say I should carry on
(Not a sprint, but a marathon. I'm running on my own)
Talking to my therapist for navigation
Writing in the morning daily affirmations
My life is a book in need of adaptation
Tarantino's in directors
'Cause this shit is a fucking mess
Summer took a toll on me (no freckles, just scars)
So now under my shirt, you see
Is one weary heart
I'm just a little bit stressed
A little underdressed
A little bit too much obsessed
With how things turned out
I lost the count of days
Don't get enough rest
I'm failing all the tests
I let you leave me in a mess
And there's no doubt
You lost, I found myself
You lost, I found myself
You lost, I found myself
And there's no doubt
You lost, I found myself
I found myself
Credits
Writer(s): Roma Bagajian
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