Coping On Unemployment

Daily, she sends me photos of her
She's only 20-something
Terrible with her iPhone
Left me another voicemail
Saying, "Sorry, I didn't text you
I haven't been sleepin' well"

It's a slow burn, coping on unemployment
Crackin' her fingers often
I ask her what we're doin'
She tries to change the subject
Saying, "I'm scared of turnin'
Into a parod of myself"

And it's hard
To give yourself over to somethin'
It's hard
To give yourself over to somethin'

Sunday, she puts on Sky Ferreira
She finishes herself first
She slept in her mascara
And says, "I think your music got worse
Since you went fully sober
At least now you won't kill yourself"
You need to get some help

And it's hard
To give yourself over to somethin' (give yourself over, over)
(Give yourself over, over)
It's hard
To give yourself over to somethin' (give yourself over)
When it could all turn into nothin' (give yourself over, over)

And now I'm afraid to throw you in a different light
I'm waiting on the moment when we get it right
You're sleepin' all alone, I'm sittin' up at night
I'm so in my head, I'm so in my head

It's hard
To give yourself over

(Give yourself over, over)
(Give yourself over, over)

And it's hard
To give yourself over to somethin' (give yourself over, over)
(Give yourself over, over)
It's hard
To give yourself over to somethin' (give yourself over, over)
(Give yourself over, over)
And now I'm...