Under My Shirt

I'm just a little bit stressed A little underdressed A little bit too much obsessed With how things turned out I lost the count of days Forgive me momma I've been drinking lots Been helplessly connecting all the dots There's too much trauma weighing on my chest Now how come I invest more than I get? Summer took a toll on me No freckles, just scars Now under my shirt, you see Is one weary heart I'm just a little bit stressed A little underdressed A little bit too much obsessed With how things turned out I lost the count of days Don't get enough rest I'm failing all the tests Only sorry I let you leave me in a mess And there's no doubt You lost, I found myself Got empty pockets With a heart of gold Depressed, but friends say I should carry on (Not a sprint, but a marathon. I'm running on my own) Talking to my therapist for navigation Writing in the morning daily affirmations My life is a book in need of adaptation Tarantino's in directors 'Cause this shit is a fucking mess Summer took a toll on me (no freckles, just scars) So now under my shirt, you see Is one weary heart I'm just a little bit stressed A little underdressed A little bit too much obsessed With how things turned out I lost the count of days Don't get enough rest I'm failing all the tests I let you leave me in a mess And there's no doubt You lost, I found myself You lost, I found myself You lost, I found myself And there's no doubt You lost, I found myself I found myself