Stories We Tell Ourselves

The sun can't make up its mind
It's shining in intervals in through my blinds
Just like I can't seem to find a sense of consistency in my own life.

So l'll cover my eyes again
And wait for the sun to set
When I finally open them
I'm really hoping that I'll forget

You can't change the things that you lack
Another long winter that's barren and black
You're not sure if you can with withstand
Time slips through your fingers like crystals of sand

So you'll cover your eyes again
Swear that you'll never get out of bed
You're supposed to feel better but when you wake up you feel worse instead

But everyone tells you it's all in your head
As if you don't already know that
If you manifest happiness, you can do whatever you set your mind to
But my mind's too heavy with the emptiness of knowing I won't ever be enough

I've been feeling like my heart is on the floor
The way the world is walking all over it
And I scream but no one seems to hear me at all
So I crawl
Right out of my shell
I'm done with this hell I've been living in
I won't let it get the best of me
And I'm a wreck but you can have whatever's left of me and make it your own

I'll be your home if you're mine

Fuck!

And I know that sometimes you might feel like I don't even try, but I swear I'm fine