DON'T WATCH THE NEWS!
Yeah, so I'm good, but I'm not satisfied
I miss my energy, when did I get so tired?
Would 17-year-old me think of my present life?
Actually, let's talk about that another time
Wake me up with a tutorial
I'm holding back tears in my eyes at my grandma's memorial
How to be a soft girl when I've always had to be the tough guy?
Think that's enough now, baby, time to cry, cry, cry
And now I'm sitting on the couch on Sunday watching "Euphoria"
When my middle school cousin says she has body dysmorphia
And maybe 17-year-old me wasn't scared of wasting time
But now I'm 25 and can't believe an open casket's where I have to say goodbye
Wakin' up with a war in my mind
'Cause you can't stop death and you can't stop time
How to be the soft girl when I've always had to be the tough guy?
Think that's enough now, baby, need to cry, cry, cry
Huh, listen to my thoughts, why they sound like that?
I know I fuck you up when I'm down so bad
Always tell my mama, "Never watch the news"
But seriously, don't watch the news
Uh, I know I said let's talk about that another time
But it don't feel right to stay quiet
17-year-old me is tired, been using her as my alibi
Two different shoes, roll a cigarette, smoke it in the booth
And yeah, I've been blowin' up, motherfucker, I'm still confused
I woke up, broke out of my mind
Death can be beautiful and if you let it, so can life
Tough girls can be soft girls sometimes
So I wake up and if I wanna cry, I'll cry
(Cry, cry, cry)
I miss my energy, when did I get so tired?
Would 17-year-old me think of my present life?
Actually, let's talk about that another time
Wake me up with a tutorial
I'm holding back tears in my eyes at my grandma's memorial
How to be a soft girl when I've always had to be the tough guy?
Think that's enough now, baby, time to cry, cry, cry
And now I'm sitting on the couch on Sunday watching "Euphoria"
When my middle school cousin says she has body dysmorphia
And maybe 17-year-old me wasn't scared of wasting time
But now I'm 25 and can't believe an open casket's where I have to say goodbye
Wakin' up with a war in my mind
'Cause you can't stop death and you can't stop time
How to be the soft girl when I've always had to be the tough guy?
Think that's enough now, baby, need to cry, cry, cry
Huh, listen to my thoughts, why they sound like that?
I know I fuck you up when I'm down so bad
Always tell my mama, "Never watch the news"
But seriously, don't watch the news
Uh, I know I said let's talk about that another time
But it don't feel right to stay quiet
17-year-old me is tired, been using her as my alibi
Two different shoes, roll a cigarette, smoke it in the booth
And yeah, I've been blowin' up, motherfucker, I'm still confused
I woke up, broke out of my mind
Death can be beautiful and if you let it, so can life
Tough girls can be soft girls sometimes
So I wake up and if I wanna cry, I'll cry
(Cry, cry, cry)
Credits
Writer(s): Brad Lewis, Lauren Sanderson
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