Living/Dying
I can't take pills
It's hard to swallow
I crush them, cut them, water down with something, but I can still tell
Can't watch the news
Truthful lies
Oh it's the same time all the time, they misconstrue the headlines
So I close my eyes
Nothing's coming, nothing better
Soon doesn't exist but neither does never
Can you weather the seasons without knowing the weather?
Nothing's original and nothing's clever
You're a plastic prototype before you're made of leather
Gotta live with yourself before dying together
I'm bad with thrills
Anticipate the fall
I cling to distraction with no satisfaction then I lose it all
Nothing's coming, nothing better
Soon doesn't exist but neither does never
Can you weather the seasons without knowing the weather?
Nothing's original and nothing's clever
You're a plastic prototype before you're made of leather
Gotta live with yourself before dying together
Spoon full of sugar and lies
It don't settle well
Trying to digest this catastrophic mess
I'll see you in hell
Should we just heal in hell?
I'm busy at the moment, might as well
(Hell, hell, hell)
To gain some clarity and closure
Do I only get that when it's over?
So what kind of sick joke is this?
Do I call my mum or my therapist?
Will said 'all the world's a stage' while we say our lines from a fucking cage
And I'd say I'm an optimist but can there be a reason for this?
All the forced friction counters intuition and I can't get it right
Why try fight it?
Gotta live with myself before dying
Gotta live with myself before
Gotta live with myself
Gotta live
(I can't take pills)
Gotta live with myself before dying
(It's hard to swallow)
Gotta live with myself before
(I crush them, cut them, water down with something)
Gotta live with myself
(But I can still tell)
Gotta live
Nothing's coming, nothing better
Soon doesn't exist but neither does never
Can you weather the seasons without knowing the weather?
Nothing's original and nothing's clever
You're a plastic prototype before you're made of leather
Gotta live with yourself before dying together
Oh my fucking god
Can we do that again?
It's hard to swallow
I crush them, cut them, water down with something, but I can still tell
Can't watch the news
Truthful lies
Oh it's the same time all the time, they misconstrue the headlines
So I close my eyes
Nothing's coming, nothing better
Soon doesn't exist but neither does never
Can you weather the seasons without knowing the weather?
Nothing's original and nothing's clever
You're a plastic prototype before you're made of leather
Gotta live with yourself before dying together
I'm bad with thrills
Anticipate the fall
I cling to distraction with no satisfaction then I lose it all
Nothing's coming, nothing better
Soon doesn't exist but neither does never
Can you weather the seasons without knowing the weather?
Nothing's original and nothing's clever
You're a plastic prototype before you're made of leather
Gotta live with yourself before dying together
Spoon full of sugar and lies
It don't settle well
Trying to digest this catastrophic mess
I'll see you in hell
Should we just heal in hell?
I'm busy at the moment, might as well
(Hell, hell, hell)
To gain some clarity and closure
Do I only get that when it's over?
So what kind of sick joke is this?
Do I call my mum or my therapist?
Will said 'all the world's a stage' while we say our lines from a fucking cage
And I'd say I'm an optimist but can there be a reason for this?
All the forced friction counters intuition and I can't get it right
Why try fight it?
Gotta live with myself before dying
Gotta live with myself before
Gotta live with myself
Gotta live
(I can't take pills)
Gotta live with myself before dying
(It's hard to swallow)
Gotta live with myself before
(I crush them, cut them, water down with something)
Gotta live with myself
(But I can still tell)
Gotta live
Nothing's coming, nothing better
Soon doesn't exist but neither does never
Can you weather the seasons without knowing the weather?
Nothing's original and nothing's clever
You're a plastic prototype before you're made of leather
Gotta live with yourself before dying together
Oh my fucking god
Can we do that again?
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Writer(s): Charlotte Oakley
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