Michael
Qty Lyrics

Spoiled the evening, was busy turning on myself
I ruined the night by being too self-absorbed

I turned to Michael, he says my skin has gotten worse
I talked to my friend Michael and he noticed my skin is not doing well

I've come full circle, collecting crystals for my desk
I've returned to my old habits of buying new age crystals

Well, since when were rocks out of my budget?
I can't believe I can't afford these rocks anymore

Oh, now I'm questioning things
This situation is making me question my choices

Picture yourself a mess, well, you'll get better, you'll get worse
Imagining yourself in a difficult situation, it could improve or get worse

Now see yourself depressed, it's not so hard
Visualizing depression is not difficult

If you just live a little on the edge, oh, come on over to my place
If you take some risks, you can come hang out with me

If I heard it said again, day by day
If I have to listen to it repeatedly, every day

I'm gonna lose my mind
I will go crazy

But that's how it goes
That's just the way things are

You're alright until you're sweating chemicals
Your body is fine until you start getting anxious and nervous

Just keep on living, baby
Just keep going, don't give up

They clipped my wings and the winds felt different since
Someone held me back and everything changed

And ever since I've been upset
And I've been feeling upset ever since

I'm just here freezing, feels like this week could be my last
I'm cold, and it feels like something bad might happen soon

I turned the heat on, but I don't even have the choice
I turned on the heat, but I don't even have control over my own life

Ask for per-diems, from wealthy friends and corner boys
I'm asking for some cash from rich and poor friends alike

Then hightail the comforters until it's time for more
I'll cuddle in blankets until I need more money

I'm repositioning things
I'm trying to arrange my life to make it better

They're curing endings now, they trace my shadow back to me
They're treating the end of things now, and I feel like I'm being watched closely

I'm in a strange place, choking on a smoke machine
I feel like I'm in a weird and uncomfortable situation

I miss the stresses of being strung out a couple months
I miss the thrill of being stressed out for a little while

Now all my stress is from what somebody else wants
Now I'm stressed because of what other people expect from me

I miss the color scheme, room above the kitchen
I miss the design of the room above the kitchen

And my sister's jeans while she was out getting wrecked
And I miss borrowing my sister's pants while she was out partying

I miss the gender play, I was obsessed as a teen
I miss experimenting with gender roles, which I was obsessed with as a teenager

Women wore it better but nobody looked like me
Women looked better in those gender roles, but I didn't fit into that mold