dying to be you
If ignorance is bliss
Then maybe I'm the shit
Cause that's what people tell me
When I'm with my friends
But when I'm all alone
And the curtains close
I look in the mirror
And I'm self loathing
How I wear my fears like filthy clothing
Then I ask myself
What I don't want to know
Have I been killing myself
Dying to be you
Holding my breathe
Until my face turns blue
I got blisters on my fingers
And a callus on my heart
Have I been killing myself
Dying to be you
Dying to be you
You don't want to know
What's been going through my head
Swimming pools
Of existential dread
Look around there's
No life guard on deck, again
If depression was a job
I'd be working the night shift
Can someone tell my why
Every day is a crisis
Nothing ever helps (fuck)
Why am I like this
Have I been killing myself
Dying to be you
Holding my breathe
Until my face turns blue
I got blisters on my fingers
And a callus on my heart
Have I been killing myself
Dying to be you
Dying to be you
Dying to be you
Mirror mirror on the wall
Whose the saddest of them all
Are you happy? (YEAHHH)
But are you sure? (Well)
Have I been killing myself
Dying to be you
Holding my breathe
Until my face turns blue
I got blisters on my fingers
And a callus on my heart
Have I been killing myself
Dying to be you
Dying to be you
Dying to be you
Then maybe I'm the shit
Cause that's what people tell me
When I'm with my friends
But when I'm all alone
And the curtains close
I look in the mirror
And I'm self loathing
How I wear my fears like filthy clothing
Then I ask myself
What I don't want to know
Have I been killing myself
Dying to be you
Holding my breathe
Until my face turns blue
I got blisters on my fingers
And a callus on my heart
Have I been killing myself
Dying to be you
Dying to be you
You don't want to know
What's been going through my head
Swimming pools
Of existential dread
Look around there's
No life guard on deck, again
If depression was a job
I'd be working the night shift
Can someone tell my why
Every day is a crisis
Nothing ever helps (fuck)
Why am I like this
Have I been killing myself
Dying to be you
Holding my breathe
Until my face turns blue
I got blisters on my fingers
And a callus on my heart
Have I been killing myself
Dying to be you
Dying to be you
Dying to be you
Mirror mirror on the wall
Whose the saddest of them all
Are you happy? (YEAHHH)
But are you sure? (Well)
Have I been killing myself
Dying to be you
Holding my breathe
Until my face turns blue
I got blisters on my fingers
And a callus on my heart
Have I been killing myself
Dying to be you
Dying to be you
Dying to be you
Credits
Writer(s): Andrew P. De Caro, Bardo Novotny, Cole Hutzler, Brent Burdett, Derek Tyler Carter
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