LYRIC
This is the first time I’ve been back to the city in months
I’m trying to hold it together but irony’s found cracks in the foundation [Verse 2] And you know
I try so hard to be some great white hope
But I can’t shake the feeling that tonight I’m gonna end up shaking in bed alone [Chorus 1] I’m not a self-help book; I’m just a fucked up kid
(I had to take my own advice and I did)
Now I’m waiting for it to sink in [Chorus 2] Expect me standing tall, back against the wall
Cause what I learned was
It’s not about forcing happiness;
It’s about not letting the sadness win [Refrain] I don’t have roses in the closet
But I’ve got pictures in a drawer
It’s everything left in me
Not to stare at them anymore
I walked upstairs and shaved my beard
I felt like I was holding sadness here
(I was holding sadness here) [Chorus 1] I’m not a self-help book; I’m just a fucked up kid
(I had to take my own advice and I did)
Now I’m waiting for it to sink in [Chorus 2] Expect me standing tall, back against the wall
Cause what I learned was
It’s not about forcing happiness;
It’s about not letting the sadness win [Refrain] I don’t have roses in the closet
But I’ve got pictures in a drawer
It’s everything left in me
Not to stare at them anymore [Outro] I’m not a self-help book; I’m just a fucked up kid
(I’m not a self-help book; I’m just a fucked up kid)
I’m not a self-help book; I’m just a fucked up kid
(I’m not a self-help book; I’m just a fucked up kid)
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