Woke up, pain in my neck
Like I've been sleeping all wrong
Or sleeping at all
But I probably just care too much
About people who couldn't give a fuck

I can't write a happy song to save my life
And I'm 21 years old, feels like I've died twice

Went to sleep everyday
Each one of my fuck ups likes to slip between my skin
4 AM, they're reminding me that I'm not who I say I am
I'm not what they think I am
I'm just a try-hard, die-hard narcissist
Who wants to love everyone
But fucking only loves himself
And my dog dies so I'm getting older
Every winter comes just a litter bit colder

I can't write a happy song to save my life
And I'm 21 years old, feels like I've died twice

I can't write a happy song to save my life
And I'm 21 years old, feels like I've died twice