I’m no good
on my own
I can’t focus
escape to my phone

Move through the day
One task at a time
Cause hands put to purpose
Can quiet the mind

But when it’s cold
And when it rains
I hope it rains
For the whole year straight

Something’s wrong inside my mind
And I don’t know how to talk about it
Something’s wrong inside my mind
And I don’t know how to talk about

Picking scabs and trading stories
Equal parts profound and boring
That’s all this needs to be
Cheap therapy

Something’s wrong inside my mind
And I don’t know how to talk about it
Something’s wrong inside my mind
And I don’t know why