Another day of picking myself up by the laces
And getting through until my day ends
Another week passes and I'm just as lost
As the week before
Except I'm starting to get used to
Another day of picking myself up off the floor
And telling myself I don't need you or anyone
Another week goes by
I'm talking to myself more and more
At least I'm starting to get used to
Feeling alone
Feeling alone has never been so uncomfortable
I'll talk to myself until I get the answers
That I've been looking for
I don't need you, or anyone
And I'll always be uncomfortable
What's another day of pushing my feelings by the waste-side
Another job that can't get done right
Another week passes and I'm down on my luck
I'm over and under
I don't give a f*ck
Another Miss Perfect I Wasted my Breath on and I'm Paranoid as f*ck!
Another day of picking myself up by the laces
And getting through until my day ends
Another week passes and I'm just as lost as the weeks before
Except I'm starting to get used to sleeping alone