Brightside

Everyone's the first to tell me, "get happy"
All of my friends are clinically crazy
Maybe I'm the crazy one of us all
Everyone's the last to ask me what I want
Screw how I feel it's never your problem
Reciprocation was never mine to call

Cause I'm calling up the hotline
No one cares about my
Life is good and life is great
Until you wanna die
Mother's so quick
To fix me up in no time
Looks at the glass
Half full of wine
And I'm calling from the South side
Where I think my phone died
Crying in a phone my ex forgot she left behind
I'm facing these tough times
Life's on a landline
Everything's fine
I'm just looking on the brightside

You would be the first to ask me how my day is
Instead of saying, "hi" and asking me for favors
Maybe I expected a little too much
And if I were to say what I'm truly feeling
The world would call me out to be the villain
Maybe I wished for more than I could trust

"The sun is still shining
The world is still turning
The world will move on
With or without me"
No, but I can't think that way anymore

Cause I'm calling up the hotline
No one cares about my
Life is good and life is great
Until you wanna die
Mother's so quick
To fix me up in no time
Looks at the glass
Half full of wine
And I'm calling from the South side
Where I think my phone died
Crying in a phone my ex forgot she left behind
I'm facing these tough times
Life's on a landline
Everything's fine
I'm just looking on the brightside

To my therapist I'm late
Crying on the interstate
Calling up a number to a person to negotiate
Freaking out inside myself
Admittedly I need some help
Crawling in my skin and I can't figure how to get out
To my therapist I'm late
Crying on the interstate
Calling up a number to a person to negotiate
Freaking out inside myself
Admittedly I need some help
Crawling in my skin and I can't figure how to get out
How do I get out
How do I get out
Get out



Credits
Writer(s): Genevieve Kalosieh
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