The doctor said that I was fine
But my head's splitting all the time
I tried to explain what was going on
But I fumbled the words, they all came out wrong
I sat in the parking lot
I felt this feeling in my gut
I hate this feeling that I get
Like I'll never describe the words in my head
I'm always wondering,
"What's wrong with me?"
Maybe that's what's wrong with me
Always wondering,
"What's wrong with me?"
Maybe I just need to get some sleep
Or maybe I'm right and there's something inside
And it's killing me slowly, nobody's noticing
Or maybe I'm fine
And I'll be alright after all
Is it a phase?
Do I need a fix?
Is it something that'll go away
If I keep on ignoring it?
Because I'm just a victim
Waiting for my catastrophe
I get drunk, sleep in
While the rest of my friends are doing things
They call me up, they say let's go out
I say I'm too busy to waste my time
I'm looking for some medication
For a self-diagnosed disease I found online
I'm sorry things are always slipping my mind
I wanna talk to you, but I never do
I think I saw you back on 75
You were in traffic just two cars behind
I wanted to text you and say
"Hey, meet me at the next exit, man"
I started to overthink
And I told myself I'd call you next week
Cause we're just victims
On the verge of catastrophe
We get drunk, sleep in
Miss a call from the pharmacy
They call us up,
"Come pick it up"
We think we're too busy to waste our time
We won't get the medication
That our doctor recommended we try
You've been drinking a lot, and you've been saying weird things
Always smoking pot like you're in some kind of pain
I know you don't think that things will ever change
I swear that I'll call you as soon as I'm home
I've cancelled appointments lately, I know
You wanna give up, feel like you're alone
And I don't know how to help you
You'd been actin'
Kinda funny, but I figured you were
Just drunk, complainin'
You said something about not knowing your worth
We called you up after a week
You said you were busy, but you were fine
You weren't taking your medication
And the next thing I knew
You were gone
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The doctor said that I was fine
But my head's splitting all the time
I tried to explain what was going on
But I fumbled the words, they all came out wrong
I sat in the parking lot
I felt this feeling in my gut
I hate this feeling that I get
Like I'll never describe the words in my head
I'm always wondering,
"What's wrong with me?"
Maybe that's what's wrong with me
Always wondering,
"What's wrong with me?"
Maybe I just need to get some sleep
Or maybe I'm right and there's something inside
And it's killing me slowly, nobody's noticing
Or maybe I'm fine
And I'll be alright after all
Is it a phase?
Do I need a fix?
Is it something that'll go away
If I keep on ignoring it?
Because I'm just a victim
Waiting for my catastrophe
I get drunk, sleep in
While the rest of my friends are doing things
They call me up, they say let's go out
I say I'm too busy to waste my time
I'm looking for some medication
For a self-diagnosed disease I found online
I'm sorry things are always slipping my mind
I wanna talk to you, but I never do
I think I saw you back on 75
You were in traffic just two cars behind
I wanted to text you and say
"Hey, meet me at the next exit, man"
I started to overthink
And I told myself I'd call you next week
Cause we're just victims
On the verge of catastrophe
We get drunk, sleep in
Miss a call from the pharmacy
They call us up,
"Come pick it up"
We think we're too busy to waste our time
We won't get the medication
That our doctor recommended we try
You've been drinking a lot, and you've been saying weird things
Always smoking pot like you're in some kind of pain
I know you don't think that things will ever change
I swear that I'll call you as soon as I'm home
I've cancelled appointments lately, I know
You wanna give up, feel like you're alone
And I don't know how to help you
You'd been actin'
Kinda funny, but I figured you were
Just drunk, complainin'
You said something about not knowing your worth
We called you up after a week
You said you were busy, but you were fine
You weren't taking your medication
And the next thing I knew
You were gone
But my head's splitting all the time
I tried to explain what was going on
But I fumbled the words, they all came out wrong
I sat in the parking lot
I felt this feeling in my gut
I hate this feeling that I get
Like I'll never describe the words in my head
I'm always wondering,
"What's wrong with me?"
Maybe that's what's wrong with me
Always wondering,
"What's wrong with me?"
Maybe I just need to get some sleep
Or maybe I'm right and there's something inside
And it's killing me slowly, nobody's noticing
Or maybe I'm fine
And I'll be alright after all
Is it a phase?
Do I need a fix?
Is it something that'll go away
If I keep on ignoring it?
Because I'm just a victim
Waiting for my catastrophe
I get drunk, sleep in
While the rest of my friends are doing things
They call me up, they say let's go out
I say I'm too busy to waste my time
I'm looking for some medication
For a self-diagnosed disease I found online
I'm sorry things are always slipping my mind
I wanna talk to you, but I never do
I think I saw you back on 75
You were in traffic just two cars behind
I wanted to text you and say
"Hey, meet me at the next exit, man"
I started to overthink
And I told myself I'd call you next week
Cause we're just victims
On the verge of catastrophe
We get drunk, sleep in
Miss a call from the pharmacy
They call us up,
"Come pick it up"
We think we're too busy to waste our time
We won't get the medication
That our doctor recommended we try
You've been drinking a lot, and you've been saying weird things
Always smoking pot like you're in some kind of pain
I know you don't think that things will ever change
I swear that I'll call you as soon as I'm home
I've cancelled appointments lately, I know
You wanna give up, feel like you're alone
And I don't know how to help you
You'd been actin'
Kinda funny, but I figured you were
Just drunk, complainin'
You said something about not knowing your worth
We called you up after a week
You said you were busy, but you were fine
You weren't taking your medication
And the next thing I knew
You were gone
Writer: Callan Simpson
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid