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Seems like everybody else can fix their problems They identify the issues and they solve them Well, I wish that I could have the fucking option Just stave it off, watch me play it off The signal to my brain isn't working Tryna recognise the feeling isn't worth it But I'm holding it together on the surface Just stave it off, watch me play it off So go set the table I'll show you what I'm made of So go set the table I wish I could pull my brains out Serve it to you on a plate to diagnose me Can you just tell me how it tastes and why I can't breathe? Eat my feelings and lick the plate I'll be feeding you things I hate The bit that's off, the bit that rots, the bit that's rancid Digest a part of me so you can speak my language Eat my feelings I wallow in Just take a bite and swallow it Force feed by the gallon Won't you give me another case study to examine? And tell me why my bones feel sad And my stomachs in cramps and now, and now Letras de cancionesAnd now I'm overthinking till I short circuit Order everything on the menu just to hurl it Another toxin for my guts to misinterpret I wish I could pull my brains out Serve it to you on a plate to diagnose me Can you just tell me how it tastes and why I can't breathe? Eat my feelings and lick the plate I'll be feeding you things I hate The bit that's off, the bit that rots, the bit that's rancid Digest a part of me so you can speak my language Eat my feelings I wallow in Just take a bite and swallow it Cheers! It's actually quite nice in here, you know what you're getting? Hello, sir! Would you like me to read you the specials? I'm good, I-I was thinking I'll just order— To start, we've got cold sweat soup Chicken Caesar intrusive thought salad Or my personal favourite, scrambled dread on toast Well, I was just gonna stick with the salad— If you're looking for the mains We've got the catch of the day, self-doubt trout Or for the vegetarians, anxiety aubergine parmigiano (Uh) Or the panic attack pavlova is to die for Do you have anything normal? Serve it to you on a plate to diagnose me Can you just tell me how it tastes and why I can't breathe? Eat my feelings and lick the plate I'll be feeding you things I hate The bit that's off, the bit that rots, the bit that's rancid Digest a part of me so you can speak my language Eat my feelings I wallow in Just take a bite and swallow it (Oh good, yeah) From Letras Mania