Glass
Black skies with menacing laughs
Satires got my back
Now I'm always tired
Right now
I'm going to bed
Lights out yeah that's what I said
I can't sleep till three am
Suddenly I found that four years ahead
I'm right back where I started
Breathing fast and crumbling down
On the floor
Oh it feels
Like we're wasting time
Every Monday night
Going round reminiscing
About the weekend thoughts
And the things
That everyone said
But I was made of glass
Always fragile about to smash
And now I hold my ground
Not a victim to all that's loud
My head was underwater
I couldn't see the light at all
Who would've thought
My head was underwater
I guess I'm not glass anymore
Tried to block it out of my head
An experience I'd rather forget
Thankfully my memory's not where it was
I don't remember that year at all
Somebody said "take care of that girl"
Thanks for that mum and dad
I think I peaked that day
I laid on the ground
And felt the rain on my back
If only I knew where I'd end at
Oh it feels
Like we're wasting time
Every Monday night
Going round reminiscing
About the weekend thoughts
And the things
That everyone said
That everyone said
(I'm not glass, not glass, glass anymore)
That everyone said
(I'm not glass, not glass, glass anymore)
(I'm not glass, not glass, glass anymore)
(I'm not glass, not glass, glass)
But I was made of glass
Always fragile about to smash
And now I hold my ground
Not a victim to all that's loud
My head was underwater
I couldn't see the light at all
Who would've thought
My head was underwater
I guess I'm not glass anymore
Glass anymore
(I'm not glass, not glass, glass anymore)
Glass anymore
(I'm not glass, not glass, glass anymore)
I'm not glass anymore
Glass anymore, anymore
(I'm not glass, not glass, glass anymore)
(I'm not glass, not glass, glass anymore)
Haven't heard ringing in my ears
Or zoned out in conversations in years
I still carry round that feeling of
Someone stamping on my chest
And I still find it hard to calm myself down
But it's getting better and I won't drown
All I know is that I'm not glass anymore
Satires got my back
Now I'm always tired
Right now
I'm going to bed
Lights out yeah that's what I said
I can't sleep till three am
Suddenly I found that four years ahead
I'm right back where I started
Breathing fast and crumbling down
On the floor
Oh it feels
Like we're wasting time
Every Monday night
Going round reminiscing
About the weekend thoughts
And the things
That everyone said
But I was made of glass
Always fragile about to smash
And now I hold my ground
Not a victim to all that's loud
My head was underwater
I couldn't see the light at all
Who would've thought
My head was underwater
I guess I'm not glass anymore
Tried to block it out of my head
An experience I'd rather forget
Thankfully my memory's not where it was
I don't remember that year at all
Somebody said "take care of that girl"
Thanks for that mum and dad
I think I peaked that day
I laid on the ground
And felt the rain on my back
If only I knew where I'd end at
Oh it feels
Like we're wasting time
Every Monday night
Going round reminiscing
About the weekend thoughts
And the things
That everyone said
That everyone said
(I'm not glass, not glass, glass anymore)
That everyone said
(I'm not glass, not glass, glass anymore)
(I'm not glass, not glass, glass anymore)
(I'm not glass, not glass, glass)
But I was made of glass
Always fragile about to smash
And now I hold my ground
Not a victim to all that's loud
My head was underwater
I couldn't see the light at all
Who would've thought
My head was underwater
I guess I'm not glass anymore
Glass anymore
(I'm not glass, not glass, glass anymore)
Glass anymore
(I'm not glass, not glass, glass anymore)
I'm not glass anymore
Glass anymore, anymore
(I'm not glass, not glass, glass anymore)
(I'm not glass, not glass, glass anymore)
Haven't heard ringing in my ears
Or zoned out in conversations in years
I still carry round that feeling of
Someone stamping on my chest
And I still find it hard to calm myself down
But it's getting better and I won't drown
All I know is that I'm not glass anymore
Credits
Writer(s): Lydia Whitbread
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