Body Language

So here’s to you

To getting older

And burning out

Type two bipolar

Here’s to sleeping in

Till it’s 2pm

Here’s to hoping

It will be okay

In the end

I’m no better than my self worth terror

It’s an outrage

It’s an outrage baby

I need something better than a last ditch effort

It’s an outrage

It’s an outrage baby

So here’s to everything

I wish I’d said to you

And all the times that I knew I would never follow through

Here’s to running away

Like I’ve been saying since the day that all my friends just disappeared

I guess that’s part of getting older

I’m no better than my self worth terror

It’s an outrage

It’s an outrage baby

I need something better than a last ditch effort

It’s an outrage

It’s an outrage baby

I wanna be content

In complacent solitude

As I write down my daily list of bullshit gratitude

I hate what I love

And love to hate when I’m scared

Scared when love becomes safe

So I just throw it away

Do I live in extremes

Or somewhere half between

The downward spiral of my mental health

Since I was seventeen

I’m no better than my self worth terror

It’s an outrage

It’s an outrage baby

I need something better than a last ditch effort

It’s an outrage

It’s an outrage baby

I’m no better than my self worth terror

It’s an outrage

It’s an outrage baby

I need something better than a last ditch effort

It’s an outrage

It’s an outrage baby