Lyrics: Thomas Reid
Music: Thomas Reid
I’m not good at being happy
I’m too used to being sad
Now i’m the joke and no one’s laughing
Always cancel all my plans
Cause i can’t take these conversations
When i’m afraid of what they mean
I’d rather check out all my friend’s lives
Cause life looks better from a screen
I’ll make my home my castle,
My bed my prison
Now my neck’s bent over,
My soul needs living
Cause I’m locked inside
Not inside my room
But inside my head
I hope I’ll break out soon
Now I’m starving to death
I need dopamine
Someone to pull to me out
Someone to make me see
Look outside myself
Look outside a screen
Or outside my room
It wasn’t meant to be
I’m not good at being happy
I’m too used to being sad
Now I’m the joke and no one’s laughing
Always cancel all my plans
Cause I can’t take these conversations
When I'm afraid of what they mean
I'd rather check out all my friend’s lives
Cause life looks better from a screen