Looking Dead At The Function

The motivation's gone by morning, I mean soon as I wake up

All the things I said I'd change about myself last night are null

I could begin, or I could do myself right in

I guess today, the day before seems I'd rather close the door

I'd love to know why it seems like I'm doing it all to myself

I'd love to believe, but I know me too well

Like I'd cry, like I'd leave this behind, but, oh well

I guess I'm under my spell

I told the doctor, "I'm uneasy," he never told me why

I'll take the chance to let that go, and steep in sadness 'til I die

I can't allow for a moment of relief

Like a clock of self-deceit, it seems like I'm always on repeat

I'd love to know why it seems like I'm doing it all to myself

I'd love to believe, but I know me too well

Like I'd cry, like I'd leave this behind, but, oh well

I guess I'm under my spell