lyrics:
hook:
i still look young enough, to feel bad for/
but it's gettin lucky if i get a wave
i still feel normal, to get asked for
bad decisions help em get that shit in their brain
deja vu anxious, am i in the wrong car
this uber swervin from lane to lane
passed out blackout in the backseat,
but all I can think is I'm to blame

Verse 1:
the voice notes ring out pain no one to blame but this iphone 7 
what's with all this talk the master plans they figured out since grade 11
i wait until my roommate leaves to record all of my songs
it's not my voice that im ashamed of just my lyrics ain't too strong
don't want them thinkin i can't handle shit, ive done it so long 
i can still write a song but not about u, sara bareilles
wish there wasn't anything to do
talk to fuckin any for the muse
i can still call u anytime if I need it,
thank u to Telus

Verse 2: 
7am, on the flooor
got my speakers blastin finna crack another cold
turn the cellphone off the ringtones gotta get some time aloneeee
wake up feelin anxious onna tuesday mornin
think she made me breakfast cuz i had her moanin
take it all for real what's my deal idk
im fucked as far as I can see
Blame it on the artistry
everybody parts ways
but they're a part of me

that blank look
my grey stare
pulling all my hair (out)
u took my pain for jealousy
mistook the rain it better be
workin out my brain if u dont change yeah it aint fair

Softy

Prod. Vandii

4 hrs of sleep never felt so good

Softy

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