I’m capable on paper, that doesn’t mean much in practice

I swear that I’m running but really just spinning on my axis

When I list off all my friends, it makes me feel worse ‘cause it makes no sense

I feel lonely, forgotten

That’s not how I should feel

I’ve lost it then

It’s always the bad days that keep me from pushing forward

It’s always the bad days that keep me from pushing forward

Late nights keep me down but it’s different from how it used to be

Birds fly past the bedroom and Lola wishes she was set free

We both like to wish we were outside in the fresh air chasing magpies

Well rounded, outdated, there’s nothing I haven’t seen and I hate it

It’s always the bad days that keep me from pushing forward

It’s always the bad days that keep me from pushing forward