My Therapist Would Like a Raise

I don't think I like who I am
I guess I can't remember when I did
(Or when I lost my confidence)
But, I don't think I like who I am
No, no no
I turn the TV on and watch a man tell me about my life
(Another burnout with a wasted appetite)
Rusted trophies line the walls with teary eyes
I tell them what I'd do if I only had the time

Is life enough to keep breathing
Is there a direction to sinking
Cause my feet are made of sand
But I'm running
I'm running
I'm running

Brushing dust off of the pictures laid forgotten in a line
Holding faces I haven't heard from for some time
I know the number but I never dial
These words are building on my tongue
But they don't taste worthwhile

Is life enough to keep breathing
Is there a direction to sinking
Cause my feet are made of sand
But I'm running
I'm running
I'm running
Running

Is life enough to keep breathing
Is there a direction to sinking
Cause my feet are made of sand
But I'm running
I'm running
I'm running

I don't think I like who I am
I guess I can't remember when I did
(Or when I lost my confidence)
Or when the color faded
(Or when) I stopped sleeping
I stopped wishing
I stopped wanting
I stopped loving
I stopped living



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