Coping on Unemployment

Daily, she sends me photos of her She's only 20-something Terrible with her iPhone Left me another voicemail Saying, "Sorry, I didn't text you I haven't been sleepin' well" It's a slow burn, coping on unemployment Crackin' her fingers often I ask her what we're doin' She tries to change the subject Saying, "I'm scared of turnin' Into a parod of myself" And it's hard To give yourself over to somethin' It's hard To give yourself over to somethin' Sunday, she puts on Sky Ferreira She finishes herself first She slept in her mascara And says, "I think your music got worse Since you went fully sober At least now you won't kill yourself" You need to get some help And it's hard To give yourself over to somethin' (give yourself over, over) (Give yourself over, over) It's hard To give yourself over to somethin' (give yourself over) When it could all turn into nothin' (give yourself over, over) And now I'm afraid to throw you in a different light I'm waiting on the moment when we get it right You're sleepin' all alone, I'm sittin' up at night I'm so in my head, I'm so in my head It's hard To give yourself over (Give yourself over, over) (Give yourself over, over) And it's hard To give yourself over to somethin' (give yourself over, over) (Give yourself over, over) It's hard To give yourself over to somethin' (give yourself over, over) (Give yourself over, over) And now I'm...