Lyrics

Well I can’t concentrate, there’s nothing more I hate 
Than waking up with a plan 
Just to lose it by midday,
My brain’s got a million tabs open, on Safari and I’m laggin’
I can’t seem to see the forest for the trees,

Well I dissociate, and I'd say it doesn't feel great
But I don’t really feel like anything when there's so much on my plate
And there’s no clarity, just constant disparity
Between my forecasts and reality,

My life feels like a constant list of chores
Chase money, hang the washing
I am sprinting through thick fog,
I can’t see anything three feet in front of me
Can I just go back to when life was fun,

Heart is pumping, tongue is tripping
Over the endless implications of our lengthy conversation,
I’m a tongue-tied tragedy that cares too much what you think of me
So I just retreat inside my shell,

We see a need for approval, as being weak & feeble
Still I try to be everything to all the wrong people,
But don’t ask me why cause I can’t read minds
So I can’t tell if you’re fucking with me or if you’re actually on my side,

My life feels like a constant list of chores
Chase money, hang the washing
I am sprinting through thick fog,
I can’t see anything three feet in front of me
Can I just go back to when life was fun,

My life feels like a constant list of chores
Chase money, hang the washing
I am sprinting through thick fog,
I can’t see anything three feet in front of me
Can I just go back to when life was fun
Can I just go back to when I was fun,
Can I just go back to when
I was young, dumb and full of fun
Can I just go back to when life was fun