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Lyrics

Verse

Would you believe that a boy like me

Could think so intrusively

'bout his own rhetorics

always something left to fix

Verse

Would you believe if I told you

No I wouldn't dare telling you

Wouldn't ever tell anyone

My mouth stays shut before too long

Chorus

I don't know what I'm saying

And I'm not listening

Intrusive thoughts creeping their way in

louder than anything

I'm tired and I feel frustrated

I can't talk to anyone

It may be right what I'm saying

But in my head I'm fucking wrong (fucking wrong)

(head I'm fucking) (head I'm fucking wrong)

Post-Chorus

I'm tired; of stumbling my way out

of conversations I know inside out

It's always the same thoughts

In my head, it's always the same thoughts

Instrumental

Verse

Why can't I recognize

That I mostly do it right

Self-doubt versus hindsight

But that part stays inside my mind

Bridge

I'm an imposter if you will

always the syndrome freeze me still

I can't speak plainly

For no reason, mainly

Chorus

I don't know what I'm saying

And I'm not listening

Intrusive thoughts creeping their way in

louder than anything

I'm tired and I feel frustrated

I can't talk to anyone

It may be right what I'm saying

But in my head I'm fucking wrong (fucking wrong)

(head I'm fucking) (head I'm fucking wrong)

Post-Chorus

I'm tired; of stumbling my way out

of conversations I know inside out

It's always the same thoughts

In my head, it's always the same thoughts

Breakdown

Retry; and relapse...

Never get it; out my head...

I am the doubtful one

For me, talking's never fun

(I can't say; what you want)

(I'd always rather turn and run)

Chorus

I don't know what I'm saying

And I'm not listening

Intrusive thoughts creeping their way in

louder than anything

I'm tired and I feel frustrated

I can't talk to anyone

It may be right what I'm saying

But in my head I'm fucking wrong (fucking wrong)

(head I'm fucking) (head I'm fucking wrong)

Post-Chorus

I'm tired; of stumbling my way out

of conversations I know inside out

It's always the same thoughts

In my head, it's always the same thoughts

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