Hard Sell -

I’m trying to make something of myself

My better days, I go buy the hard sell

But I feel like I’m working with barbed wire and moth wings

'Cause I can’t really get a hold of many things

I’m one deep breath away from a breakdown

My nerves are wrecked and coming unwound

The world is hostile and I’m fragile and I need

Someone to kiss the cuts and tell me to keep trying

Is it me?

Is it really just me?

Does everybody have it together or are we all pretending?

Is it me?

Is it really just me?

Holding it together with one loose string

That I can’t stop, I can’t stop

I can’t stop pulling

I rip myself apart at the seams

I find one weak spot and start unraveling

Hoping I can find a better me

A fresh new start buried under me

Is it me?

Is it really just me?

Does everybody have it together or are we all pretending?

Is it me?

Is it really just me?

Holding it together with one loose string

That I can’t stop, I can’t stop

I can’t stop pulling

Can we stop pretending now?

Can we stop pretending now?

Can we all admit that we don’t have it figured out

Can we stop pretending now?

Can we stop pretending now?

Can we all admit that we don’t have it figured out

Is it me?

Is it really just me?

Does everybody have it together or are we all pretending?

Is it me?

Is it really just me?

Holding it together with one loose string

That I can’t stop, I can’t stop

I can’t stop pulling

I can’t stop pulling

I can’t stop pulling