Gabbi McCarren - Seasonal Despressive Seasons Lyrics

Yeah I'm not really feeling better
Deliberately put on my favorite sweater
I'm just being honest
Cautiously urning for unearned confidence
Dreaming and walk in different realms
Haven't seen my friends haven't seen myself
Faltering faith in my trust in others
Burnt out from a fog of negative colors
Can't tell the difference anymore
Eight hours of mist so much activity
Go about my day realize
That this is not
Reality
I'm selling my soul if your buying
You can say a lot but you can't say I ain't trying
Taking meetings with empty demons
Jesus Christ I hate Seasonal Depressive Seasons
Does anyone know if you really get better
Despite the odds I'm betting on the weather
All I hear is flowers in bloom
Hard to say catatonic tomb
Can't tell the difference anymore
Eight hours of mist so much activity
Go about my day realize
That this is not
Reality
I'm selling my soul if your buying
You can say a lot but you can't say I ain't trying
The doctors come in with all their legions
Jesus Christ I hate Seasonal Depressive Seasons
Oh I'm selling my soul if your buying
You can say a lot but just don't say I'm not trying
Taking meetings for empty stupid reasons
Jesus Christ I hate Seasonal Depressive Seasons