Gracey - The Internet Lyrics

[Verse 1]
I don't think you get it
I was so fucked up, and I never said it
Didn't even tell the friends I had
Knew that I was low didn’t know how bad
I would get these jitters
Lost my sense of humour and I hated mirrors
Never used to see myself like that
Put my heart on the line then I pulled it back 'cause
These sharks, they bite
No such thing as a private life
Here you go, here's mine
Here you go, here's mine

[Chorus]
I can't keep it up
Making out I'm good
Making out that I'm alright
When I sit and cry all night
I'm think I'm losing touch
Nothing's quite enough
Making out that I'm alright
Wide awake when I'm still tired

[Post-Chorus]
Oh, oh-oh, fuck the internet
Oh, oh-oh, fuck it, yeah
[Verse 2]
Left to my own devices
I get in my head, baby, I'm a Pisces
Feelings, they build up in my chest
I can't tell a soul, gonna hold my breath and
Yeah, try to hide it, though
Turn it up, turn it up, my volume
Always say the loudest in the room, yeah
Oh, yeah, but

[Chorus]
I can't keep it up
Making out I'm good
Making out that I'm alright
When I sit and cry all night
I'm think I'm losing touch
Nothing's quite enough
Making out that I'm alright
Wide awake when I'm still tired

[Post-Chorus]
Oh, oh-oh, fuck the internet
Oh, oh-oh, fuck it, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

[Interlude]
Sorry, I've very bad energy
And I know you're going out in fifteen minutes, so
Many apologies, hum, but
Yeah, just one of them ones, hum, mm
Maybe I'll watch Love Island, I really just wanna throw my phone against the wall at the minute
I hate the fucking internet
[Bridge]
I wanna talk, but if I talk I'm gonna cry
And if I cry, I'm gonna have to tell them why
And then I'll overthink the conversation all night
I'm kinda tired, so I'll be quiet though I
I wanna talk, but if I talk I'm gonna cry
And if I cry, I'm gonna have to tell them why
And then I'll overthink the conversation all night
I'm kinda tired, so I'll be quiet though I
I wanna talk, but if I talk I'm gonna cry
And if I cry, then I'll have to tell them why
And then I'll overthink the conversation all night, all night

[Chorus]
Yeah, but I can't keep it up
Making out I'm good
Making out that I'm alright
When I sit and cry all night
I'm think I'm losing touch
Nothing's quite enough
Making out that I'm alright
Wide awake when I'm still tired

[Post-Chorus]
Oh, oh-oh, fuck the internet
Oh, oh-oh, fuck it, yeah
Oh, oh-oh, fuck the internet
Oh, oh-oh, fuck it1