I want to feel lighter again
But I’m just so bogged down in all this heavy shit
I want to feel like myself
But it’s been a decade of heavy social drinking

What does it mean to pick myself up by my bootstraps?
I don’t know anything about anything
It’s strange to say when it seems I’m always thinking
Like my mind is a wound that’s always bleeding

What am I trying to prove
When I speak so down on myself and my mental health?
It’s like I’m trying to lose every battle I face
Before I even get there
I fall on my own sword

Why do I want to be alone
When everybody I know is having fun?
I’ve got all this acetone
I keep on scrubbing but this skin never feels like home

Why do I always stretch the truth?
Are all of my insecurities clinical?
I keep on tying my own noose
‘Cause maybe peace and I, we’re just immiscible
We’re just immiscible

What am I going to lose if I don’t even try
To untangle this goddamned mess in my head?
I know my grief is opalescent at best
Can all this suffering really be sublimated?

I want to feel lighter again
But I’m just so bogged down in all of this heavy shit
Can I come around this bend?
Will I finally learn to love myself?