I've been so stressed out it physically hurts me
This has been the worst week, oh my my
Tell myself that feeling bad is for the birds
Keep surface level surfing till you die you
Probably think I'm doing so well
Got a lotta things I don't tell
Box them up down on the low shelf
Outta sight but not outta mind (outta mind)
I'm feeling sick to my stomach
From all of this running away from my problems
I'm sure if I wasn't
Emotionally so outta shape, I'd have lost 'em by now
But I know that my time's running out
'Cause I'm just so tired and they're not slowing down
Got me caving my lungs in
From all of this running away
I've been cleaning for no reason to distract me
From all the unhappy catching up (catching up)
Procrastination as medication isn't
All that it said it was (said it was)
Yeah I've been tryna push the pace, drop a minute a mile
But the cramps and aches make it harder to smile
I've been so good at faking this for a while
But I think I'm giving up 'cause
I'm feeling sick to my stomach
From all of this running away from my problems
I'm sure if I wasn't
Emotionally so outta shape, I'd have lost 'em by now
But I know that my time's running out
'Cause I'm just so tired and they're not slowing down
Got me caving my lungs in
From all of this running away
Sticks and stones might break my bones
But my problems can't hurt me
Faster faster round I go
Until my lungs are burning
Sticks and stones might break my bones
But my problems can't hurt me
Faster faster round I go
Until my lungs are burning
Sticks and stones might break my bones
But my problems can't hurt me
Faster faster round I go
Until my lungs
I'm feeling sick to my stomach
From all of this running away from my problems
I'm sure if I wasn't
Emotionally so outta shape, I'd have lost 'em by now
But I know that my time's running out
'Cause I'm just so tired and they're not slowing down
Got me caving my lungs in
From all of this running away
