Fake Airpods

Okay, three, two, one go
My hands sink of metal
My skin reeks of chlorine
I'm a shambling mess inside my head
It's the only place where I can be me
I've not got a home
Not a proper one at least
Feel like a guest in my own house
Kicked out of my room, sleep on the couch

And there's so many thoughts inside my head
That I don't know how to let out
And there's so many words inside my head
That I don't know how to get out

I can't do this anymore
I can't sit in the living room
Be part of the decor
I can't do this anymore
I can't deal with being
Oh-so this bored
So I wrote a song

We wrote an essay
About a girl in English
Nothing changed around her
But she didn't stay the same

And my brain
Hasn't stayed the same
But I can swear that
Nothing has changed, oh

I can't do this anymore
I can't sit in the living room
Be part of the decor
I can't do this anymore
I can't deal with being
Oh-so this bored
So I wrote a song

My therapist said that I was lonely
Said that I put on
A brave face to everyone around me
I don't doubt her in the slightest
So now I know
Why I'm like this, oh

I can't do this anymore
I'm gonna sit in the living room
Be part of the decor
I can't do this anymore
I can't deal with being oh-so this bored
So I wrote a song