Joy - Safe Bet

Nervous, but so calm on the surface

I’ve gotten good at acting and keeping my cool

Patient; but I’m sick of being vacant

It’s out of my hands but it’s taking a toll

And in my head, I keep saying to myself

That I am happy in my skin and I’ve figured myself out

It feels like every time joy finds me

I spit in its face and walk away

Then isolate my being

A brain that’s overflowing with negativity

Usually has trouble welcoming a good thing

Stop looking for distractions

You’re never happy anyway, you know

Disengage with temporary substance in the hope

That something changes soon, although you know it won’t

Cause in my head, I keep saying to myself

That I am happy in my skin and I’ve figured myself out

Cause it feels like every time joy finds me

I spit in its face and walk away

Then isolate my being

A brain that’s overflowing with negativity

Usually has trouble welcoming a good thing