the internet

I don't think you get it I was so fucked up, and I never said it Didn't even tell the friends I had Knew that I was low, didn't know how bad and I would get these jitters Lost my sense of humour and I hated mirrors Never used to see myself like that Put my heart on the line then I pulled it back 'cause These sharks, they bite No such thing as a private life Here you go, here's mine Here you go, here's mine I can't keep it up Making out I'm good Making out that I'm alright When I sit and cry all night I think I'm losing touch Nothing's quite enough Making out that I'm alright Wide awake when I'm still tired Oh, oh-oh Fuck the internet Oh, oh-oh Fuck it, yeah Left to my own devices I get in my head, baby, I'm a Pisces Feelings, they build up in my chest I can't tell a soul, gotta hold my breath and Yeah, I tried to hide it, though Turn it up, turn it up, my volume Always say the loudest in the room, yeah Oh, yeah, but I can't keep it up Making out I'm good Making out that I'm alright When I sit and cry all night I think I'm losing touch Nothing's quite enough Making out that I'm alright Wide awake when I'm still tired Oh, oh-oh Fuck the internet Oh, oh-oh Fuck it, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Sorry, I have very bad energy And I know you're going out in 15 minutes, so Many apologies, um, but Yeah, just one of them ones, um Maybe I'll watch Love Island I really just wanna throw my phone against the wall every minute I hate the fucking internet I wanna talk, but if I talk I'm gonna cry And if I cry, I'm gonna have to tell 'em why And then I'll overthink the conversation all night I'm kind of tired, so I'll be quiet, though I, I wanna talk, but if I talk I'm gonna cry And if I cry, I'm gonna have to tell 'em why And then I'll overthink the conversation all night I'm kind of tired, so I'll be quiet, though I, I wanna talk, but if I talk I'm gonna cry And if I cry, then I'll have to tell 'em why And then I'll overthink the conversation all night, all night Yeah, but I can't keep it up Making out I'm good Making out that I'm alright When I sit and cry all night I think I'm losing touch Nothing's quite enough Making out that I'm alright Wide awake when I'm still tired Oh, oh-oh Fuck the internet Oh, oh-oh Fuck it, yeah Oh, oh-oh Fuck the internet Oh, oh-oh Fuck it