Anemoia
Do I sound ungrateful if I say I'm lonely
I mean no offense to the ones who know me
Do I sound foolish if I say I'm tired
I got everything I want, but I'm still hungry like a child
The doctor assured me there is nothing wrong
The ache in my chest is a symptom, not a cause
I'd ask Nietzsche but he'd laugh me out the room
Cause the truth is I'm in pieces, need your love to get me through
The feeling of missing a life I never had
There's a word, anemoia, and god I got it bad
I got it bad, I got it
Got it bad, I got it
Got it bad, I got it, I got it, I got it
I got it bad, I got it
Got it bad, I got it
Got it bad, I got it, got it, I got it
Do I seem ungrateful if I hide under the covers
The ice caps are melting but I'm still mad at my mother
Do I seem foolish with no ten year plan
I'm a bird in the sky with nowhere the land
I beg for an answer and get ten of swords instead
I wish it were that easy to get out of my own head
If there is a wrinkle, you can call me Meg
I should take my own advice and quit while I'm ahead
There's feeling of missing a life I never had
It's a word, anemoia, and god I got it bad
I got it bad, I got it
Got it bad, I got it
Got it bad, I got it, I got it, I got it
I got it bad, I got it
Got it bad, I got it
Got it bad, I got it, got it, I got it
Wasn't it obvious, I could turn a breadcrumb into a feast?
Wasn't it obvious, time alone would not remedy?
Wasn't it obvious? Wasn't it obvious? Wasn't it obvious?
I mean no offense to the ones who know me
Do I sound foolish if I say I'm tired
I got everything I want, but I'm still hungry like a child
The doctor assured me there is nothing wrong
The ache in my chest is a symptom, not a cause
I'd ask Nietzsche but he'd laugh me out the room
Cause the truth is I'm in pieces, need your love to get me through
The feeling of missing a life I never had
There's a word, anemoia, and god I got it bad
I got it bad, I got it
Got it bad, I got it
Got it bad, I got it, I got it, I got it
I got it bad, I got it
Got it bad, I got it
Got it bad, I got it, got it, I got it
Do I seem ungrateful if I hide under the covers
The ice caps are melting but I'm still mad at my mother
Do I seem foolish with no ten year plan
I'm a bird in the sky with nowhere the land
I beg for an answer and get ten of swords instead
I wish it were that easy to get out of my own head
If there is a wrinkle, you can call me Meg
I should take my own advice and quit while I'm ahead
There's feeling of missing a life I never had
It's a word, anemoia, and god I got it bad
I got it bad, I got it
Got it bad, I got it
Got it bad, I got it, I got it, I got it
I got it bad, I got it
Got it bad, I got it
Got it bad, I got it, got it, I got it
Wasn't it obvious, I could turn a breadcrumb into a feast?
Wasn't it obvious, time alone would not remedy?
Wasn't it obvious? Wasn't it obvious? Wasn't it obvious?
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Writer(s): Ocean Pleasant
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