Lyric

I hate this kind of silence

Where the only sound is my skinny fridge snoring

But I convince myself that I am blessed

Cause that there's no need to force him

To stop breathing yet

I hate that I've reached the answers

Given by someone so much older

But I convince myself that I am blessed

Cuz some were so much younger

When they learned the games they'd never win

I feel miserable

I feel miserable

I feel miserable

But it's not enough to be seen as miserable

I'm half-assed miserable

Oh oh oh oh

I hate this kind of party

Where my cheering friends don't notice

This is just another fake charity show

I season their meal

With my blood from the scars

Does it taste good?

Does it taste good?

And I convince myself that I am blessed

That I am beautiful enough

To at least have some friends

I feel miserable

I feel miserable

I feel miserable

But it's not enough to be seen as miserable

I'm half-assed miserable

Oh oh oh oh