Working on It

My mother always told me off for staring at screens

But I’ve been hooked since the age of sixteen

Twenty-six in my apartment, sunk in my phone

It’s just another way of being alone

And it tells me that I have like two thousand friends

But none have called, the darkness descends

No offence to myself but what the **** am I doing?

I’ve crossed, I’m junk

I’m sorry if it seems like I wasn’t listening

But there was a reason, it’s ’cause I wasn’t listening

But I’m working on it

I’m working on it

Was it your birthday, I’m sorry, I completely forgot

I spend my day looking at pictures of dogs

So I try to improvе myself outside and in

I have a cigarеtte before I go to the gym

I should really try and meditate to stop feeling bad

Pour my heart to a stranger the cab of a cab

My mother always told me “don’t get hopes on an evening”

I guess she’s right

I’m sorry if it seems like I wasn’t listening

But there was a reason, it’s ’cause I wasn’t listening

But I’m working on it

I’m working on it

I’m working on it

I’m working on it

I used to

Lose my body and my mind

Wanna be like you

But I leave all that behind

I swear I’m working on it

I’m working on it

I’m working on it

I’m working on it

I swear I’m working on it

I’m working on it

I’m working on it

I’m working on it

I swear I’m working on it