the internet - Gracey

I don’t think you get it

I was so fucked up and I never said it

Didn’t even tell the friends I had

Knew that I was low, didn’t know how bad

And I would get these jitters

Lost my sense of humor and I hated mirrors

Never used to see myself like that

Put my heart on the line, then I pulled it back

'Cause these sharks, they bite

No such thing as a private life

Here you go, here’s mine, here you go, here’s mine

I can’t keep it up

Making out I’m good

Making out that I’m alright

When I sit and cry all night

I think I’m losing touch

With this quite enough

Making out that I’m alright

Wide awake when I’m still tired

Oh, fuck the internet

Oh, fuck it, yeah

Left to my own devices

I get in my head, baby, I’m a Pisces

Feelings, they build up in my chest

I can’t tell a soul, gotta hold my breath

And, yeah, try to hide it though

Turning up, turning up my volume

Always seem the loudest in the room, yeah

Oh, yeah, but

I can’t keep it up

Making out I’m good

Making out that I’m alright

When I sit and cry all night

I think I’m losing touch

With this quite enough

Making out that I’m alright

Wide awake when I’m still tired

Oh, fuck the internet

Oh, fuck it, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Sorry, I’m you’re coming out, in fifteen minutes, so

Many apologies, um, but

Yeah, just one of them ones, um, mm

Maybe I watched, not fighting, I really just wanna throw my phone against the

wall

I hate it, fuck the internet

I wanna talk, but if I talk I’m gonna cry

And if I cry, I’m gonna have to tell 'em why

And then I’ll overthink the conversation all night

I’m kinda tired so I’ll be quiet, though I

I wanna talk, but if I talk I’m gonna cry

And if I cry, I’m gonna have to tell 'em why

And then I’ll overthink the conversation all night

I’m kinda tired so I’ll be quiet, though I

I wanna talk, but if I talk I’m gonna cry

And if I cry, then I’ll have to tell 'em why

And then I’ll overthink the conversation all night

All night

Yeah, but I can’t keep it up

Making out I’m good

Making out that I’m alright

When I sit and cry all night

I think I’m losing touch

With this quite enough

Making out that I’m alright

Wide awake when I’m still tired

Oh, fuck the internet

Oh, fuck it, yeah

Oh, fuck the internet

Oh, fuck it