Make Your Bed

A Pavlovian attempt at feeling happiness
I try to be content but every time I hurt myself I ask
Why isn't it working yet
But I get it's hard to bet on something so unlikely
It's so unlike me to be this happy
I wouldn't say impossible but I've got a ways to go
I'll take it slow and mask the lack of what I know
With polished nails and stupid clothes
It's all for show
And maybe one day it'll work itself out but who knows

Don't stay up too late
You're gonna hate the way you look when you come around

Can't love you
Can't love you
Can't love you quite like that
Can't love you
Can't love you
Can't love you quite like that

I disassociate at an increasingly alarming rate
As of late I've lost the color in my face
And my skin is feeling fake it's hard to take
Cause I can't get out of this head of mine
I'm an unaffected apathetic narcissistic shopaholic
Who misses holidays
And being honest
I'm too stubborn to apologize
But goddamn that doesn't mean that I'm not trying

Don't stay up too late
You're gonna hate the way you look when you come around

Can't love you
Can't love you
Can't love you quite like that
Can't love you
Can't love you
Can't love you quite like that

Does it get much better than this
I'm questioning calling it quits
Does it get much better than this
I'm questioning calling it quits
For the last time baby

If you can't love yourself
Then who can do it better
If you can't love yourself
Then who can do it better



Credits
Writer(s): Jacob Paulson
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