Why Do I

I’m tired of being tired of being
Why am I always disagreeing?
Why am I always giving in to my evil twin
I don’t know why
I’m making trouble just to make it
Why don’t I just lay back and take it
Why am I never comfortable just being comfortable?
I try to suck it up
But then I always fuck it up
Why do I pull wings off butterflies
Look for things that hurt my eyes
I kiss the boys but I’m the one who cries
Why do I get off on misery
Loneliness feels good to me
I’m happy when I’m all hung out to dry
Why do I
I look sweet but deep inside I’m awful
I’m colder than a frozen waffle
I’m always searching for the rip in the silver lining
Here it is
I’m busy being so downtrodden
I’m just a peach that’s going rotten
I wanna save the other peaches so I roll away
I’m careful where I land
Does anybody understand?
Why do I pull wings off butterflies
Look for things that hurt my eyes
I kiss the boys but I’m the one who cries
Why do I get off on misery
Loneliness feels good to me
I’m happy when I’m all hung out to dry
Why do I
Why do I