Sentimental Surgery

No, I'm not okay

I'm a fucking emo cliché

Jamming all the sad songs

Cut me open, I need sentimental surgery

Say anything to drain

The misery under my skin

Cut me open, I need sentimental surgery

I've been feeling on the fringes

Dark clouds painted on my fingertips

I hope it's only a phase

But I'm cynical

Got this shadow on my shoulder

Thought that once I'd gotten older

That it'd fade, now I'm afraid

That it just may be clinical

I can't remember why everything changed

Into a mess, now I confess

Only romance is chemical

Shut down again, like

When will this all end?

Are we living or just surviving?

No, I'm not okay

I'm a fucking emo cliché

Jamming all the sad songs

Cut me open, I need sentimental surgery

Say anything to drain

The misery under my skin

Cut me open, I need sentimental surgery

I've been trying not to get my hopes up

That there'll be an end in sight

That black dog you heard about

Got this devil on my shoulder

Tells me that I'm getting older

Romanticising death and I'm

Aware that that's regrettable

I can't remember why everything changed

Are we living or just surviving?

No, I'm not okay

I'm a fucking emo cliché

Jamming all the sad songs

Cut me open, I need sentimental surgery

Say anything to drain

The misery under my skin

Cut me open, I need sentimental surgery

I'm not okay

I'm a fucking emo cliché

Jamming all the sad songs

Cut me open, I need sentimental surgery

Say anything to drain

The misery under my skin

Cut me open, I need sentimental surgery

Cut me open, I need sentimental surgery

Cut me open, I need sentimental surgery