I have this thing where I get older but just never wiser
Midnights become my afternoons
When my depression works the graveyard shift
All of the people I've ghosted stand there in the room
I should not be left to my own devices
They come with prices and vices
I end up in crisis (tale as old as time)
I wake up screaming from dreaming
One day I'll watch as you're leaving
'Cause you got tired of my scheming
It's me, hi, I'm the problem, it's me
I'll stare directly at the sun but never in the mirror
It must be exhausting, always rooting for the anti
Sometimes it feels like everybody here is looking at me
Like I’m the monster they’ve come to kill
Seems like the things I hide from
them that live behind these eye lids
I try to conceal but they see them still
I wake up drunk from nights if drinking
Hungover stessed over thinking
And I swear that this last weekend
I have this dream my daughter in
law kills me for the money
She thinks I left them in the will
Turns out I did because in the end I think it’s funny
I’m dead and they’re unhappy still...
It's me, hi, I'm the problem, it's me
It's me, hi, everybody agrees, everybody agrees
It's me, hi (hi), I'm the problem, it's me (I'm the problem, it's me)
At tea (tea) time (time), everybody agrees (everybody agrees)
irectly at the sun but never in the mirror
It must be exhausting, always rooting for the anti