I need all my friends to get me out of the house make me make the bed
I'm not even safe within myself want someone else to live inside my head
Equal parts a mess and OCD could never seem to marry both of them
And I could drive a car onto your street feel incomplete burn into my seat
My body has been a machine since I was 18 I let it keep me
From being carefree and when it scares me I let it drive
I need all my friends to keep me sane my brain became a dirty ashtray
And I could drive a car into a lane that goes one-way just to feel something
My body has been a machine since I was 18 I let it keep me
From being carefree and when it scares me I let it drive
I'm not who I thought I'd be what is killing me is me what is killing me is me what is killing me is me what is killing me is me oh oh what is killing me is me what is killing me is me what is -
Tummyache - Machine Lyrics
Tummyache - Machine Lyrics
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I need all my friends to get me out of the house make me make the bed
I'm not even safe within myself want someone else to live inside my head
Equal parts a mess and OCD could never seem to marry both of them
And I could drive a car onto your street feel incomplete burn into my seat
My body has been a machine since I was 18 I let it keep me
From being carefree and when it scares me I let it drive
I need all my friends to keep me sane my brain became a dirty ashtray
And I could drive a car into a lane that goes one-way just to feel something
My body has been a machine since I was 18 I let it keep me
From being carefree and when it scares me I let it drive
I'm not who I thought I'd be what is killing me is me what is killing me is me what is killing me is me what is killing me is me oh oh what is killing me is me what is killing me is me what is -
I'm not even safe within myself want someone else to live inside my head
Equal parts a mess and OCD could never seem to marry both of them
And I could drive a car onto your street feel incomplete burn into my seat
My body has been a machine since I was 18 I let it keep me
From being carefree and when it scares me I let it drive
I need all my friends to keep me sane my brain became a dirty ashtray
And I could drive a car into a lane that goes one-way just to feel something
My body has been a machine since I was 18 I let it keep me
From being carefree and when it scares me I let it drive
I'm not who I thought I'd be what is killing me is me what is killing me is me what is killing me is me what is killing me is me oh oh what is killing me is me what is killing me is me what is -
Writer: FRASER T. SMITH, CELETIA MARTIN
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC