Lyrics atlas – everyday
Text:
This anxiety inside of me is tiring my mind
I can’t cry or sleep or smile or eat or even try to find
Something physical or tangible to lay alone beside
I am singing to the void again, I hum into the night
Everyday, everyday
Everyday, everyday
Everyday, everyday
Everyday, everyday
The way that I cope with things is unethical
And all my clever words have been said before
I’m just putting off the inevitable
I am feeling more like a vegetable
Everyday, everyday
Everyday, everyday
Everyday, everyday
Everyday, everyday
