Mid-Day Funeral

Yeah, it’s like I woke up in the wrong body
Another night on the floor and another cold coffee
Some negativity that’s creepin' in my head probably
I gotta get up out this house before depression stops me
And I know it’s obvious that everybody’s trippin'
Look around and know I had to throw my phone because
The shit’s only bringing me down
I swear this whole town is like «Look at me! Look at me!»
«But please don’t get too close because I’m plagued with insecurity»
Yeah, see, I’m a victim of it, too
Just measurin' self worth by the number in these views
Distractin' myself with all the hate that’s in the news
And an algorithm advertisement made just for you, yeah
Uh, you see the controversy sells really anything
To keep us all from lookin' at ourselves
And that’s funny 'cause all we wanna to is look at ourselves
Just consumed with an image, not the shit that we felt, yeah (Felt, yeah)
We know we got a problem, and way too often
I been too afraid to go and check the diagnostics
Searching music, I’m escaping into comic
I don’t wanna be alone, and if I’m bein' honest (Yeah)
I know how to love, but don’t really love me (Love me)
I don’t really know when I’m feelin' lonely (Lonely)
I just wanna escape the feelin' of a mid-day funeral
For these thoughts, lettin' 'em go
Ay, I know how to love, but don’t really love me (Love me)
I don’t really know when I’m feelin' lonely (Lonely)
I just wanna escape the feelin' of a mid-day funeral
For these thoughts, lettin' 'em go (Lettin' 'em go)
And I read it in the books, the hero always wins
A good-looking dude that has a lot of friends
And I just got the same clothes that I’ve been wearin'
The same goes for the friends I do have, yo
And I got this creepin' anxiety that I been wastin' all my time
And I should probably have some medication just to rest the mind
But I been tellin' everybody I’m OK and that’s subjective, right?
Like, my «OK» might be a fuckin' hell for you like every night (Every night)
Wake up, take up my time, I’m lost, I’m gone, these songs we write
Are just all of us searchin' for somethin' that we believe
And starvin' for knowledge so they call 'em «news feeds»
And yeah, we’re all obsessed with the quality of our meets
But we’ll blindly consume all the garbage that they retweet
It’s so quick that we forget about the mental health
And lately I’ve been wishin' I was someone else
I know how to love, but don’t really love me (Love me)
I don’t really know when I’m feelin' lonely (Lonely)
I just wanna escape the feelin' of a mid-day funeral
For these thoughts, lettin' 'em go
Ay, I know how to love, but don’t really love me (Love me)
I don’t really know when I’m feelin' lonely (Lonely)
I just wanna escape the feelin' of a mid-day funeral
For these thoughts, lettin' 'em go (Lettin' 'em go)
Engagement with social media and our cellphones realeases a chemical called
dopamine
Dopamine is the exact same chemical that makes us feel good when we smoke,
when we drink, and when we gamble
It’s highly addictive. We know the people that spend more time on Facebook
suffer higher rates of depression than people who spend less time on Facebook
Too many kids don’t know how to form deep, meaningful relationships
I know how to love, but don’t really love me (Love me)
I don’t really know when I’m feelin' lonely (Lonely)
I just wanna escape the feelin' of a mid-day funeral
For these thoughts, lettin' 'em go
Ay, I know how to love, but don’t really love me (Love me)
I don’t really know when I’m feelin' lonely (Lonely)
I just wanna escape the feelin' of a mid-day funeral
For these thoughts, lettin' 'em go (Lettin' 'em go)