I Can Tell
2nd II None feat. Jewell Lyrics

I can’t move , no, I’m serious, I can’t move
I am physically and emotionally consumed by my surroundings, and I feel entirely powerless to change it.

I think my blankets are holding me down like they’ve got something to prove a point to me
It feels like even the smallest, most insignificant aspects of my environment are conspiring against me, trying to keep me from achieving anything.

To show how weak I am
My lack of productivity makes me feel incapable and hopeless.

I know I have that essay to write
I am aware of my responsibilities, but I feel immobilized and unable to tackle them.

I need to turn off the light, and make what’s wrong right
I recognize what needs to happen in order for me to be productive, but I am having a hard time actually making it happen.

But I can’t keep up the fight
The effort it takes to be productive and overcome my circumstances feels impossibly daunting and exhausting.

Because these blankets have a mind of their own
The small, unimportant things in my environment feel like they are conspiring against me.

They twist around my infinitely heavy body as I just lay on my phone
I feel trapped and weighed down by everything, as if I cannot escape the feeling of being unproductive and disconnected from what really matters.

What am I supposed to do, push back
I do not know how to overcome the feeling of being trapped, and I feel helpless and frustrated about it.

Get on the attack oh cut me some slack
I am asking for both help and understanding, and feel like I deserve a break for my lack of productivity.

It’s just, it’s been a long day, I’m tired, that’s what I’ll say
I am desperate for an excuse for why I am not productive, and pinning this on fatigue and stress feels like an easy out.

You know tired from all the other laying in bed that I’ve been doing
I feel guilty for my lack of productivity, and am aware that my inability to motivate myself only contributes to this problem.

Isn’t it crazy how this alone is keeping me from pursuing my one passion
I am frightened that my inability to be productive will prevent me from achieving my goals and living the life I want.

To try to fill what I’m lacking I’m sorry but my mind is blanking
I feel stuck and helpless, and do not know how to change my circumstances and become productive once again.

I wish I could talk to you but my soul is vacant
I am alone and disconnected from others, and feel like nobody can understand or relate to what I am going through.

They say it often comes as a pit in your stomach
I am keenly aware that my unproductivity is affecting me both physically and emotionally.

But I think it’s more like a seed that plummets
The feeling of being unproductive is starting to take root and grow within me, affecting me more and more as time goes on.

And then it grows a tree, spreading this through my limbs
The feeling of being unproductive is starting to take over my entire life, and is affecting everything I do and feel.

It starts in my chest, but then it spreads to my heart
The feeling of being unproductive is a deep, pervasive emotion that is affecting me in profound ways.

It makes quick work of me, cutting me apart
The feeling of being unproductive is causing me pain and distress, and I feel like it is tearing me apart from the inside out.

Then it spreads to my shoulders, Tenses them up yet weighs them down like boulders
The feeling of being unproductive is starting to affect me physically, causing me to feel tense and weighed down by my emotions.

As I write this, it spreads down my arms to my fingers
The feeling of being unproductive is affecting even the most minute aspects of my life, including my ability to write and use my hands.

I can feel the alarms but it all still lingers
I am aware of the problems that are affecting me, but they are still very much affecting me and causing me distress.

It gets harder to hold this pen up as it eats me up
The feeling of being unproductive is actively preventing me from achieving my goals and being productive, even in small ways like writing with a pen.

I reach for the water in my cup
I am taking steps to distract myself and quell my emotions, even if it does not solve the underlying problem of being unproductive.

Maybe I’m just dehydrated, that’s what I’ll tell myself
I am willing to accept any excuse for why I am unable to be productive, just to take the pressure and guilt off of myself.

Blame it outwardly, that should help
I am attempting to externalize my problems and pass the blame on to others, in order to absolve myself of feeling guilty about being unproductive.

Because certainly I can’t feel this, I can still smile
I am trying to put on a brave face and pretend like I am unaffected by the feeling of unproductivity, even though it is consuming me from the inside out.

A broken clock, but yeah, I can still tick every once in a while
Even amidst my inability to be productive, I still have moments of small victory and progress, even if they are few and far between.

My laugh can still fill the air like a toxic chemical
Despite my struggles, I am still able to find moments of happiness and humor, even if they are few and far between and can be harmful to myself and others.

Don’t get too close or it might poison you, be careful
I am both warning others about my struggles and the ways in which they might inadvertently contribute to my issues, while also recognizing the harmful aspects of my own behavior.

Because it must be her fault, or his fault, or their fault
I am projecting my feelings of guilt and shame onto others, and blaming them for my inability to be productive and face my problems.

But not mine, please read my mind
I am both unwilling to accept responsibility for my problems and am desperate for others to understand and empathize with me.

Because I can’t speak
I am feeling lost, alone, and isolated, and am unable to properly communicate my struggles to others.