Shut my mouth Sort it out Stay inside Plan to try I swear this week I'll go to sleep At ten or twelve And you wanna be All by yourself Alex, what the hell Try not to overshare I wish I could not care About everything Pulling on my sleeves My shitty platitudes don't work Unless I pull myself from you And ouch, fuck, it hurts And then I hurt you too Alex, your attitude is always up to you So try it out All those things you say About being good Maybe you'll feel okay