Electric stress is all than I am
Just eight more days in the week
Don't fret, upset my modus operandi
Nightmare in a form congregate
I hope I remember to eat today
I don't remember how my voice sounds
Lost a few things in my pockets
Screwing around
Why'd no one tell me I haven't moved in days
With no limbs, I find my heart leaking depression
This bad day's lasted some years
Figurative, haunting
Manifested
Method acting's lost its allure
Walking back in forth in spontaneity
No no, I read about that shit online it don't work for me
With a snark, maybe admit addiction
If I were was, I think that I'd be now
I hope I remember to eat today
I don't remember how my voice sounds
Lost a few things in my pockets
Screwing around
But I refuse to admit my worth
Cause thinking about anything hurts
Erik Fredriksen - If I Were Was I'd Be Now. Lyrics
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Electric stress is all than I am
Just eight more days in the week
Don't fret, upset my modus operandi
Nightmare in a form congregate
I hope I remember to eat today
I don't remember how my voice sounds
Lost a few things in my pockets
Screwing around
Why'd no one tell me I haven't moved in days
With no limbs, I find my heart leaking depression
This bad day's lasted some years
Figurative, haunting
Manifested
Method acting's lost its allure
Walking back in forth in spontaneity
No no, I read about that shit online it don't work for me
With a snark, maybe admit addiction
If I were was, I think that I'd be now
I hope I remember to eat today
I don't remember how my voice sounds
Lost a few things in my pockets
Screwing around
But I refuse to admit my worth
Cause thinking about anything hurts
Just eight more days in the week
Don't fret, upset my modus operandi
Nightmare in a form congregate
I hope I remember to eat today
I don't remember how my voice sounds
Lost a few things in my pockets
Screwing around
Why'd no one tell me I haven't moved in days
With no limbs, I find my heart leaking depression
This bad day's lasted some years
Figurative, haunting
Manifested
Method acting's lost its allure
Walking back in forth in spontaneity
No no, I read about that shit online it don't work for me
With a snark, maybe admit addiction
If I were was, I think that I'd be now
I hope I remember to eat today
I don't remember how my voice sounds
Lost a few things in my pockets
Screwing around
But I refuse to admit my worth
Cause thinking about anything hurts
Writer: Erik Fredriksen
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