Maybe I’m a Method Actor

Lately I’ve been feeling reticent, calm before the storm complacent
Sitting around waiting for it to all crash down
After waking up for the hundredth time, just waiting for the day to die
Somehow it’s my fault, yeah it’s always my fault
And if I pull out my fucking teeth, maybe then I’d get some sleep

I had this picture of you and me
When we used to be happy
We bought a house and lived by the sea
Where you’ll bury me

Where you’ll bury me and hang my sadness out to dry

Strip back the skin from these bones, ingrained in the fictions you fed yourself
I don’t deal well with death, and I’ve left things unsaid
And if I pull out my fucking teeth, maybe then I’d get some sleep

I had this picture of you and me
When we used to be happy
We bought a house and lived by the sea
Where you’ll bury me

Where you’ll bury me and hang my sadness out to dry
Be honest you never tried, and I, I just watched as time, drifted by

If I pulled out my fucking teeth, maybe then I’d get some sleep