[Intro]

God...

I'm half asleep and stuff

Insomnia screwed me up

I'm still doing sorta well

Uhm..

[Chorus]

Misaligned with the words and decisions I put out

Would it make me ill?

Felt like my own fault for making myself doubt

Took the medication in a pill

[Verse]

My past has been ill mannered

That's a fact

Thought I was digging gold but I was out being hammered

Changed the way on how I act

My creativity might be sometimes wack

Sometimes ain't good to the perspective of others

Wasn't always acting like that, but I ain't the first

Always had tricks up the sleeves of my yellow sweater

Haters made me change for the better

Scrapped songs stuck in the vault

Anxiety makes me think it's my own damn fault

[Chorus]

Misaligned with the words and decisions I put out

Would it make me ill?

Felt like my own fault for making myself doubt

Took the medication in a pill