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I am going home, feeling lonely

Tucked in this stranger’s body

That belongs to me, belongs to me

I need some space, some time off

I need to stop putting off

Learning the art of self-love

I am meaning to try out CBT

But I doubt it would do anything

Most things haven’t done anything to me

And I’m on a 38

I’ll be home when it’s not too late

So I can sleep more

Which means I will scroll through my phone

For hours to come

I’m on a 38

I’ll be home when it’s not too late

So I can sleep more

Which means I will scroll through my phone

For hours to come

For hours to come

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Listening to sad songs at 3AM

Not having been that kind to myself

Or anyone else, for that matter

Anyone who could claim they know me well could tell

That self-hatred is a skill I’ve perfected

Over many years of practice in being scattered 

Years of practice in being scattered 

And I listen to Julien Baker ‘cause I love you, you don’t love me back

Adding a layer of meaning to her singing “Nobody’s worried about me”

I don’t know what I’m supposed to do, but it surely cannot be this

I am sorry I am this, what can I do to make it up to you

It is so late it is getting early, an intrusive thought settles in that

Healthy people will wake and start their productive morning in a hurry

By the time my eyes finally turn blurry

There’s no glory in being sad

I am a worm caught by the early bird that is you

Although the metaphor doesn’t really work, does it,

Given you are never early in getting back to me

But then it must be something wrong about me

And I listen to Julien Baker ‘cause I love you, you don’t love me back

Adding a layer of meaning to her singing “Nobody’s worried about me”

I don’t know what I’m supposed to do, but it surely cannot be this

I am sorry I am me, what can I do to make it up to you

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[Instrumental]

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I woke up

I woke up a bit too late

Sunlight is weak

It could be a start of a bad hair day

Now

Now

Now, I’ll air my room

Wipe the dust

Go down the street

Say hi to the barista 

I’ll air my room, take out the trash

Wipe the dust that I see on my window

Go down the street, say hi to the barista

Who makes the best coffee in the neighbourhood

I’ll air my room, take out the trash

Wipe the dust that I see on my window

Go down the street, say hi to the barista

Who makes the best coffee in the neighbourhood

I’ll air my room, take out the trash

Wipe the dust that I see on my window

Go down the street, say hi to the barista

Who makes the best coffee in the neighbourhood

I’ll air this room

I’ll air this room

I’ll air this room

I’ll air this room

I woke up

I woke up a bit too late

Sunlight is weak

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