SBY Turner – Yourself Again Lyrics

Yourself Again – SBY Turner Lyrics

I'm stuck in my head

I can't cut this feeling and get out of bed

I feel like I'm losing it, I'm out of meds

My head's through the roof and my room is a mess

Got baggage and habits and weight on my chest

I'm talking to spirits and can't get some rest

And lately I'm feeling that I'm not the best

And my mental and physical's verging on death

I'm stuck in my, stuck in my, stuck in my head

I can't cut this feeling and get out of bed

I feel like I'm losing it, I'm out of meds

My head's through the roof and my room is a mess

Got baggage and habits and weight on my chest

Got bad habits, way heavy weight on my death

I had to lay em' to rest

'Cause I'm stuck in my, stuck in my, stuck in my head

Yes, I been ducking my meds

'Cause you can't cut this feeling and leave it on read

Obsess over trauma, that's how I get hurt

They tell me bury my problems in dirt

They say my problems ain't bare any hurt

So here I am bearing a curse

As I bury my worth, it's a varying hurt and I

Got baggage and habits and weight on my chest

I'm talking to spirits and can't get some rest

And lately I'm feeling that I'm not the best

And my mental and physical's verging on death

You pussy ass bitch, go and get you a bag

Go and show the world all those feelings you had

They ask how you feel and you say at your best

Your problems are showing, kid, go take your medicine

Maybe it's you, or I'm stuck in my head again

I shed a tear and they tell me take medicine

That shit ain't normal, so why do we let it in?

'Cause they say that you'll be yourself again

I'm stuck in my, stuck in my, stuck in my head

I can't cut this feeling and get out of bed

I feel like I'm losing it, I'm out of meds

My head's through the roof and my room is a mess

Got baggage and habits and weight on

My chest (And I'm stuck in my head)

Got bad habits, way heavy weight on my death (Yeah)

I had to lay em' to rest

'Cause I'm stuck in my, stuck in my, stuck in my head (You know)

Yes, I been ducking my meds

'Cause you can't cut this feeling and leave it on read (Cause I)

Obsess over trauma, that's how I get hurt

They tell me bury my problems in dirt

They say my problems ain't bare any hurt

So here I am bearing a curse

As I bury my worth, it's a varying hurt and I