I need all the friends I can get and I bet that you think I mean David or Michael or John
I keep all my friends in a room and our love is in rooms but my head spins in circles a lot
But I, no, I don't mind that, so long as my friends say "It's not so bad
Everyone's living a lie and the first step is living with that"
And you internalize that lie until it makes you sick inside
And when you're through, it might as well be true
I try to be friends with myself since it's good for my health, I try not to get stuck in my head
And sometimes it's tough I suppose, I get caught in my clothes, I feel trapped in my body instead
The plight of loving oneself is easier said when you're not yourself
And when you get down to it, everyone wishes they were someone else
If you had someone else's life, you'd be doomed to analyze
The fact that you want someone else's still
I talked to my friend on the phone, I was lonely and wanted to be in a hospital bed
She said "I know you'll be okay, take a personal day"
I said "Put me in a hospital bed"
It's not always easy to make out the merit in being the people we are
I hope that your lifetime is at the least somewhat subpar