You Are Unwell
You walk with the world in the palm of your hand
You're letting it slip away like sand
And even on the tiniest grain
There is a someone, someone with a brain
Who can tell
You are unwell
You are unwell
I had this pain in my lungs, I watched it spread to my brain
Why should I live for love only to die in vain?
And even in the tiniest cut
There is a hunger, oh there is blood
And you know, you are unwell
Yeah you know, you are unwell
I don't wanna talk about it
I'll just walk away
I don't wanna talk about it
But I have some things to say
Like baby, I'm sorry for you
And all of the miserable shit you went through
But believe when I say that
It's no excuse
To destroy yourself
The way that you do, ooh
(Hello, stop calling me
I don't know who the fuck you are
Stop fucking calling my fucking phone
BITCH)
Who let you set all of your prisoners on fire?
It wasn't me or her it was your talented liar
You won't believe a word he says
And then it goes straight to your head
I know, you are unwell
(I don't know what else to say)
Yeah I know, you are unwell
I don't wanna talk about it
I'll just walk away
I don't wanna talk about it
I just wish that things would stay-
Y-y, Right as they are
Cause baby I do not own a car
But I'll drive myself crazy
No matter how far
It's the things that we do
When we don't know who we are
Ooh
You are unwell
I don't know what else to say
You are unwell
You're letting it slip away like sand
And even on the tiniest grain
There is a someone, someone with a brain
Who can tell
You are unwell
You are unwell
I had this pain in my lungs, I watched it spread to my brain
Why should I live for love only to die in vain?
And even in the tiniest cut
There is a hunger, oh there is blood
And you know, you are unwell
Yeah you know, you are unwell
I don't wanna talk about it
I'll just walk away
I don't wanna talk about it
But I have some things to say
Like baby, I'm sorry for you
And all of the miserable shit you went through
But believe when I say that
It's no excuse
To destroy yourself
The way that you do, ooh
(Hello, stop calling me
I don't know who the fuck you are
Stop fucking calling my fucking phone
BITCH)
Who let you set all of your prisoners on fire?
It wasn't me or her it was your talented liar
You won't believe a word he says
And then it goes straight to your head
I know, you are unwell
(I don't know what else to say)
Yeah I know, you are unwell
I don't wanna talk about it
I'll just walk away
I don't wanna talk about it
I just wish that things would stay-
Y-y, Right as they are
Cause baby I do not own a car
But I'll drive myself crazy
No matter how far
It's the things that we do
When we don't know who we are
Ooh
You are unwell
I don't know what else to say
You are unwell
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Writer(s): Henry Deacon
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