Does Anybody

Slow down, I'm way too stressed out
Thought I'd be somewhere else by now
And nobody tells you about
Every day feeling so burned out

Half the time, I'm just getting by
Finding peace in the little things
Trying to find some peace of mind
But I'm a ghost in time and space, they say

"Dive in, head first, try not to hit the bottom"
But when you get hurt, you're someone else's problem

Does anybody really have their shit figured out?
They look picture-perfect, makes me nervous, put myself down
I, I wish they'd showed me how
But does anybody really have their shit figured out?

I, I, I don't

Slow down, I'm getting anxious
Thought I'd be someone else by now
White fence feels ambitious
When you don't have it figured out

Half the time, I feel left behind
In a game I don't wanna play (ha-ah)
Trying to find some peace of mind
Gets a little harder everyday, they say

"Dive in head first, try not to hit the bottom"
But when you get hurt, you're someone else's problem

Does anybody really have their shit figured out?
They look picture-perfect, makes me nervous, put myself down
I, I wish they'd show me how
But does anybody really have their shit figured out?

I, I, I don't, nah
I, I, I don't



Credits
Writer(s): Lauren Presley, Thomas Ventura
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