In my head, where it stays
I don’t talk to people most days
I don’t look at myself in the mirror If I don’t want to
I get up, walk my dog
I don’t leave the house much most days
I do the minimum I have to
When I don’t want to do anything

And that man, with a gun
I wish he’d blown my brains out then
Cause I feel like I amount to nothing
Like I take up too much space

I have dreams I’m Dying most nights
Can you wake me up and pull me out
I have dreams I’m Dying all the time
Can you wake me up and drag me out

In my head where it stays
I could sleep for England most days
I don’t get out of bed when I’m depressed
Because I don’t know how to
In my body, that I hate
I hate the way it looks every day
Try not to be self-loathing when I want to
Cause I don’t want to anymore

I have dreams I’m Dying most nights
Can you wake me up and pull me out
I have dreams I’m Dying all the time
Can you wake me up and drag me out