the internet
I don't think you get it
I was so fucked up, and I never said it
Didn't even tell the friends I had
Knew that I was low, didn't know how bad and
I would get these jitters
Lost my sense of humour and I hated mirrors
Never used to see myself like that
Put my heart on the line then I pulled it back 'cause
These sharks, they bite
No such thing as a private life
Here you go, here's mine
Here you go, here's mine
I can't keep it up
Making out I'm good
Making out that I'm alright
When I sit and cry all night
I think I'm losing touch
Nothing's quite enough
Making out that I'm alright
Wide awake when I'm still tired
Oh, oh-oh
Fuck the internet
Oh, oh-oh
Fuck it, yeah
Left to my own devices
I get in my head, baby, I'm a Pisces
Feelings, they build up in my chest
I can't tell a soul, gotta hold my breath and
Yeah, I tried to hide it, though
Turn it up, turn it up, my volume
Always say the loudest in the room, yeah
Oh, yeah, but
I can't keep it up
Making out I'm good
Making out that I'm alright
When I sit and cry all night
I think I'm losing touch
Nothing's quite enough
Making out that I'm alright
Wide awake when I'm still tired
Oh, oh-oh
Fuck the internet
Oh, oh-oh
Fuck it, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Sorry, I have very bad energy
And I know you're going out in 15 minutes, so
Many apologies, um, but
Yeah, just one of them ones, um
Maybe I'll watch Love Island
I really just wanna throw my phone against the wall every minute
I hate the fucking internet
I wanna talk, but if I talk I'm gonna cry
And if I cry, I'm gonna have to tell 'em why
And then I'll overthink the conversation all night
I'm kind of tired, so I'll be quiet, though
I, I wanna talk, but if I talk I'm gonna cry
And if I cry, I'm gonna have to tell 'em why
And then I'll overthink the conversation all night
I'm kind of tired, so I'll be quiet, though
I, I wanna talk, but if I talk I'm gonna cry
And if I cry, then I'll have to tell 'em why
And then I'll overthink the conversation all night, all night
Yeah, but I can't keep it up
Making out I'm good
Making out that I'm alright
When I sit and cry all night
I think I'm losing touch
Nothing's quite enough
Making out that I'm alright
Wide awake when I'm still tired
Oh, oh-oh
Fuck the internet
Oh, oh-oh
Fuck it, yeah
Oh, oh-oh
Fuck the internet
Oh, oh-oh
Fuck it
I was so fucked up, and I never said it
Didn't even tell the friends I had
Knew that I was low, didn't know how bad and
I would get these jitters
Lost my sense of humour and I hated mirrors
Never used to see myself like that
Put my heart on the line then I pulled it back 'cause
These sharks, they bite
No such thing as a private life
Here you go, here's mine
Here you go, here's mine
I can't keep it up
Making out I'm good
Making out that I'm alright
When I sit and cry all night
I think I'm losing touch
Nothing's quite enough
Making out that I'm alright
Wide awake when I'm still tired
Oh, oh-oh
Fuck the internet
Oh, oh-oh
Fuck it, yeah
Left to my own devices
I get in my head, baby, I'm a Pisces
Feelings, they build up in my chest
I can't tell a soul, gotta hold my breath and
Yeah, I tried to hide it, though
Turn it up, turn it up, my volume
Always say the loudest in the room, yeah
Oh, yeah, but
I can't keep it up
Making out I'm good
Making out that I'm alright
When I sit and cry all night
I think I'm losing touch
Nothing's quite enough
Making out that I'm alright
Wide awake when I'm still tired
Oh, oh-oh
Fuck the internet
Oh, oh-oh
Fuck it, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Sorry, I have very bad energy
And I know you're going out in 15 minutes, so
Many apologies, um, but
Yeah, just one of them ones, um
Maybe I'll watch Love Island
I really just wanna throw my phone against the wall every minute
I hate the fucking internet
I wanna talk, but if I talk I'm gonna cry
And if I cry, I'm gonna have to tell 'em why
And then I'll overthink the conversation all night
I'm kind of tired, so I'll be quiet, though
I, I wanna talk, but if I talk I'm gonna cry
And if I cry, I'm gonna have to tell 'em why
And then I'll overthink the conversation all night
I'm kind of tired, so I'll be quiet, though
I, I wanna talk, but if I talk I'm gonna cry
And if I cry, then I'll have to tell 'em why
And then I'll overthink the conversation all night, all night
Yeah, but I can't keep it up
Making out I'm good
Making out that I'm alright
When I sit and cry all night
I think I'm losing touch
Nothing's quite enough
Making out that I'm alright
Wide awake when I'm still tired
Oh, oh-oh
Fuck the internet
Oh, oh-oh
Fuck it, yeah
Oh, oh-oh
Fuck the internet
Oh, oh-oh
Fuck it
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Writer(s): Grace Elizabeth Barker, Frederik Eichen, Henry Tucker
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