| I'm sitting in the bathtub |
| Right behind the kitchen |
| Something's really missing |
| Feels like an eternity |
| The water's gone cold |
| Feel a little woozy 'round the specks of black mould |
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| On the ceiling, overthink my breathing |
| Some things feel easy, some things feel hard |
| I don't know who I am half the time |
| Lay there in the darkness, try to age like fine wine |
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| Oh such a tortured soul |
| However did you go |
| This far on your own |
| Won't you pity me |
| It's everything I need |
| The world's against me |
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| Oh oh, like everybody owes you something |
| Oh oh, everybody knows you're nothing |
| There you go, feeling so sorry for yourself again |
| Oh oh |
| Oh oh |
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| I've been laying in my bed for four straight days now |
| Something keeps me weighed down |
| Heavy is the head that wears the crown |
| Filthier the thoughts more raised the brow |
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| Oh never felt so worthy |
| The world revolves around me |
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| Oh oh, like everybody owes you something |
| Oh oh, everybody knows you're nothing |
| There you go, feeling so sorry for yourself again |
| Oh oh |
| Oh oh |
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| Oh oh, like everybody owes you something |
| Oh oh, everybody knows you're nothing |
| There you go, feeling so sorry for yourself again |
| Oh oh |
| Oh oh |
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