Thinning - Snail Mail

Haven’t felt right in a week

And I’m thinning out

And it hurts bad

I gotta get back

Hot head and dreamless sleep

I could just slip down

And on the wrong track

I gotta get back

I wanna spend the entire year

Just face down

And on my own time

I wanna waste mine

And spend the rest of it asking myself

«Is this who you are?»

And I don’t know

It just feels gross

I don’t think there’s anything wrong

I don’t think there’s anything wrong

And I don’t think there’s anything wrong

I don’t think there’s anything wrong

Sunlight on the back of my arms

Just thins me out

To a different time

I wanna waste mine