under my shirt

Roma

Compositor: Roma Bagajian

I'm just a little bit stressed
A little underdressed
A little bit too much obsessed
With how things turned out
I lost the count of days

Forgive me momma
I've been drinking lots
Been helplessly connecting all the dots
There's too much trauma
Weighing on my chest
Now how come I invest more than I get?

Summer took a toll on me
No freckles, just scars
Now under my shirt, you see
Is one weary heart

I'm just a little bit stressed
A little underdressed
A little bit too much obsessed
With how things turned out

I lost the count of days
Don't get enough rest
I'm failing all the tests
Only sorry

I let you leave me in a mess
And there's no doubt
You lost I found myself
Got empty pockets
With a heart of gold

Depressed, but friends say I should carry on
(Not a sprint, but a marathon
I'm running on my own)
Talking to my therapist for navigation
Writing in the morning daily affirmations
My life is a book in need of adaptation

Tarantino's in directors
'Cause this shit is a fucking mess
Summer took a toll on me
(No freckles, just scars)

So now under my shirt, you see
Is one weary heart
I'm just a little bit stressed
A little underdressed
A little bit too much obsessed
With how things turned out

I lost the count of days
Don't get enough rest
I'm failing all the tests
I let you leave me in a mess

And there's no doubt
You lost I found myself
You lost
I found myself
You lost
I found myself

And there's no doubt
You lost I found myself
I found myself