I'm feeling like a stranger in my own head
Unrecognizing the symptoms of timing
And patterns that I should have read
Six days into november
I'm so overwhelmed
Can't get out of the bed and I'm back on my meds
What's wrong with me?
Not this again
When will I accept that the sickness in me is treatable?
All I have to do is put in the work and take the pills
Sounds so easy but I'm tired
Of all the things they call me, on paper I'm manic Depressive
Waiting for my upswing, the low this time is quite Impressive
Faking me is easy
Cause I'm a good liar
I don't think it count if I only left the house for smokes
I should eat soon but I'm all out of food
Wasted all of my money, I'm broke
But we could get high enough to convince ourselves
That we are more that just what they tell us we are
We are more than just two empty shells
When will I accept that the sickness in me is treatable?
All I have to do is put in the work and take the pills
Sounds so easy but I'm tired
Of all the things they call me, on paper I'm manic Depressive
Waiting for my upswing, the low this time is quite Impressive
Faking me is easy
Cause I'm a good liar.
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I'm feeling like a stranger in my own head
Unrecognizing the symptoms of timing
And patterns that I should have read
Six days into november
I'm so overwhelmed
Can't get out of the bed and I'm back on my meds
What's wrong with me?
Not this again
When will I accept that the sickness in me is treatable?
All I have to do is put in the work and take the pills
Sounds so easy but I'm tired
Of all the things they call me, on paper I'm manic Depressive
Waiting for my upswing, the low this time is quite Impressive
Faking me is easy
Cause I'm a good liar
I don't think it count if I only left the house for smokes
I should eat soon but I'm all out of food
Wasted all of my money, I'm broke
But we could get high enough to convince ourselves
That we are more that just what they tell us we are
We are more than just two empty shells
When will I accept that the sickness in me is treatable?
All I have to do is put in the work and take the pills
Sounds so easy but I'm tired
Of all the things they call me, on paper I'm manic Depressive
Waiting for my upswing, the low this time is quite Impressive
Faking me is easy
Cause I'm a good liar.
Unrecognizing the symptoms of timing
And patterns that I should have read
Six days into november
I'm so overwhelmed
Can't get out of the bed and I'm back on my meds
What's wrong with me?
Not this again
When will I accept that the sickness in me is treatable?
All I have to do is put in the work and take the pills
Sounds so easy but I'm tired
Of all the things they call me, on paper I'm manic Depressive
Waiting for my upswing, the low this time is quite Impressive
Faking me is easy
Cause I'm a good liar
I don't think it count if I only left the house for smokes
I should eat soon but I'm all out of food
Wasted all of my money, I'm broke
But we could get high enough to convince ourselves
That we are more that just what they tell us we are
We are more than just two empty shells
When will I accept that the sickness in me is treatable?
All I have to do is put in the work and take the pills
Sounds so easy but I'm tired
Of all the things they call me, on paper I'm manic Depressive
Waiting for my upswing, the low this time is quite Impressive
Faking me is easy
Cause I'm a good liar.
Writer: Caleb Rucker, John Palmer, Sean Bowick, Tate Logan
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC