I have this thing where I get older but just never wiser<br />Midnights become my afternoons<br />When my depression works the graveyard shift<br />All of the people I've ghosted stand there in the room<br />I should not be left to my own devices<br />They come with prices and vices<br />I end up in crisis (tale as old as time)<br />I wake up screaming from dreaming<br />One day I'll watch as you're leaving<br />'Cause you got tired of my scheming<br />(For the last time)<br />It's me, hi, I'm the problem, it's me<br />At tea time, everybody agrees<br />I'll stare directly at the sun but never in the mirror<br />It must be exhausting always rooting for the anti-hero
