I've been stuck in a bad place for
quite some time now
Not the kind of place where you
cry sometimes
And you take deep breaths
The kind of place where your eyes
have a permanent layer of fog
covering them
The kind of place where your
friends worry, and you worry too
So I tell myself it's all in my head
Well, of course it's all in my head,
that's the problem
I can't solve it by moving
Or cutting my hair
Or tracing my skin
Or flattening my heart out with a rolling pin
Or destroying myself with art,
painting blood red
It's all in my head
It's all in my head
It's all in my head
It's this bad place
The kind of place where you look at
your reflection
And then you buy a new reflection
Because you can't recognise the other one
The kind of place where home isn't a word
Where home is a concept that you don't understand
Maybe if you wander until your feet
blister you'll feel comfortable
It's a bad place
I wouldn't wish this on my worst enemy
So truly, I wouldn't wish this on
myself
It's a bad place