Coping on Unemployment

Daily, she sends me photos of her

She's only 20-something

Terrible with her iPhone

Left me another voicemail

Saying, "Sorry, I didn't text you

I haven't been sleepin' well"

It's a slow burn, coping on unemployment

Crackin' her fingers often

I ask her what we're doin'

She tries to change the subject

Saying, "I'm scared of turnin'

Into a parod of myself"

And it's hard

To give yourself over to somethin'

It's hard

To give yourself over to somethin'

Sunday, she puts on Sky Ferreira

She finishes herself first

She slept in her mascara

And says, "I think your music got worse

Since you went fully sober

At least now you won't kill yourself"

You need to get some help

And it's hard

To give yourself over to somethin' (give yourself over, over)

(Give yourself over, over)

It's hard

To give yourself over to somethin' (give yourself over)

When it could all turn into nothin' (give yourself over, over)

And now I'm afraid to throw you in a different light

I'm waiting on the moment when we get it right

You're sleepin' all alone, I'm sittin' up at night

I'm so in my head, I'm so in my head

It's hard

To give yourself over

(Give yourself over, over)

(Give yourself over, over)

And it's hard

To give yourself over to somethin' (give yourself over, over)

(Give yourself over, over)

It's hard

To give yourself over to somethin' (give yourself over, over)

(Give yourself over, over)

And now I'm...