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How To Get Better

๐Ÿ‘ค Blue Foster โ€ข ๐ŸŽผ Getting Into Shorts (Demos and B-Sides) โ€ข โฑ๏ธ 1:54
๐ŸŽต 1249 characters
โฑ๏ธ 1:54 duration
๐Ÿ†” ID: 8259654

๐Ÿ“œ Lyrics

Lose myself in everything and wonder why I can't find where I was
I'm scared of everything, including if lucidity will bust
Busting through me is a feeling of anxiety
I'm scared I won't be able to will myself to change

We wish that we had the answers, too
Somewhere lost, somewhere deep inside, the pain is what is true
And we share in the feeling of needing motion or needing freedom
From the stupid fucking bullshit that is building up inside my lungs
Oh, well, my throat hurts and I wish that I could sing
And my feet hurt and my back is killing me

Spending days like clocks are ticking down
And I can hear them click my clocks
They're nowhere near me, I'm just crazy or a stupid prick
I'm breaking the timepieces I created with my iron will
My habits are dissolving and I will be better

We wish that we had the answers, too
Somewhere lost, somewhere deep inside, the pain is what is true
And we share in the feeling of needing motion or needing freedom
From the stupid fucking bullshit that is building up inside my lungs

Oh, well, my throat hurts and I wish that I could sing
And my feet hurt and my back is killing me
Oh, well, my throat hurts and I wish that I could sing
And my feet hurt and my back is killing me (my back is killing me)

โฑ๏ธ Synced Lyrics

[00:00.76] Lose myself in everything and wonder why I can't find where I was
[00:03.45] I'm scared of everything, including if lucidity will bust
[00:06.32] Busting through me is a feeling of anxiety
[00:08.63] I'm scared I won't be able to will myself to change
[00:11.57] We wish that we had the answers, too
[00:16.86] Somewhere lost, somewhere deep inside, the pain is what is true
[00:22.66] And we share in the feeling of needing motion or needing freedom
[00:28.41] From the stupid fucking bullshit that is building up inside my lungs
[00:35.06] Oh, well, my throat hurts and I wish that I could sing
[00:41.60] And my feet hurt and my back is killing me
[00:47.69] Spending days like clocks are ticking down
[00:50.07] And I can hear them click my clocks
[00:51.69] They're nowhere near me, I'm just crazy or a stupid prick
[00:54.27] I'm breaking the timepieces I created with my iron will
[00:56.93] My habits are dissolving and I will be better
[00:59.82] We wish that we had the answers, too
[01:04.87] Somewhere lost, somewhere deep inside, the pain is what is true
[01:10.66] And we share in the feeling of needing motion or needing freedom
[01:16.34] From the stupid fucking bullshit that is building up inside my lungs
[01:23.17] Oh, well, my throat hurts and I wish that I could sing
[01:29.41] And my feet hurt and my back is killing me
[01:34.97] Oh, well, my throat hurts and I wish that I could sing
[01:41.29] And my feet hurt and my back is killing me (my back is killing me)
[01:48.27]

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