I eat my worries for breakfast
A self-help podcast in my ears
Good things keep happening
So why is there so much that I fear
Ten tips to be confident
I'd have to be gone for it
To work
And to
Keep my silly little head attached to my silly little body
I'm a little bit too good at shame and compulsive saying sorry (sorry)
And when my limbs begin to fail, I'm still walking 'round though I can't see
I'm not the kind of person I'd hoped to be
Each day I stare up at the sky
Search for animals in clouds but they disappear
Replaced by moments lost
Not forgotten, but I wish they weren't here
Mind's running at half speed
Heart's racing at two
Starting to feel dizzy
Don't know what I should do
To keep my silly little head attached to my silly little body
I'm a little bit too good at shame and compulsive saying sorry (sorry)
And when my limbs begin to fail, I'm still walking 'round though I can't see
I'm not the kind of person I'd hoped to be
So sick of my body
But I don't want to lose
I think I need concrete
Or maybe super glue
To keep my silly little head attached to my silly little body
I'm a little bit too good at shame and compulsive saying sorry (sorry)
And when my limbs begin to fail, I'm still walking 'round though I can't see
I can't recall when I last believed in me