So I wrote me a letter
And asked for some better days
Supposed to come from within
But when the mail was delivered
It didn’t deliver me
I’m still stuck in my skin
See I haven’t been sleeping
Been keeping my eyes shut tight
So I don’t have to see
How I lose my nerve
With every word that spills
When your pen points at me
I want you
To get off my
‘Cause I’m waiting for it to catch
Yeah I’ve got this
And something’s got to catch
You make me feel like a B side
Like I pale beside you
As the bright number one
You’re looking down through your halo
While I’m running through amens
And just dodging your thumb
I can’t wait for your blessing
Or keep second guessing
Every thing that I do
So if you need a reason
Call me heathen
I don’t believe in you
I want you
To get off my
‘Cause I’m waiting for it to catch
Yeah I’ve got this
And something’s got to catch
So don’t give me sincere
Like a cheap souvenir
From everywhere I’ll never be
And of yourself
You’re so full
So go on wax critical
I don’t care what you think of me
Get off of my
‘Cause I’m waiting for it to catch
Yeah I’ve got this
And something’s got to catch

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