I’m Not Naming This Song “Quicksand”

3 days ago by @alyssacrouzetpascal

Liner Notes

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A song about my deteriorating mental health

Lyrics

Shoes missing the sidewalk, but
My face is a topographical map
Every square centimeter could be a chapter in a dermatology textbook, probably.
My roommate thinks I should go to the hospital, but why would I volunteer
to lock myself up? I swear i’m
trying to do better but i keep sinking further
the harder i try to hang on where i am

Almost everybody’s sick of me
I hardly have any friends left
I know that i’m too much,
I know I make my problems everyone’s

My jaw is clenched so tight i’ve been giving myself headaches
The knot in the back of my neck is an entire ball of yarn
I’ve been 15 minutes late to work
every day since before written history
How I’m employed is a mystery

I know that i’m selfish
I know you’re trying to help me, but
I’m trapped in a bubble
I can barely understand what’s happening outside
You gave pieces of your soul to me
And I burned them up as fuel for my self-hatred
Drained you of your lifeblood just to hopefully feel something other than pain

Almost everybody’s sick of me
I hardly have any friends left
I know that i’m too much,
I know that I make my problems everyone’s

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