Dis-moi tout
Tanya St-val Lyrics

I have this thing where I get older, but just never wiser
Despite aging, I never seem to grow more intelligent or mature

Midnights become my afternoons
My messed up schedule makes it feel like nighttime is day and day is night

When my depression works the graveyard shift
My depression is at its worst during the night

All of the people I’ve ghosted stand there in the room
My past actions of cutting off people haunt me

I should not be left to my own devices
Being alone leads to me making bad decisions

They come with prices and vices, I end up in crises
My bad decisions have consequences and often land me in trouble

Tale as old as time, I wake up screaming from dreaming
A common experience for me is waking up from nightmares

One day I'll watch as you're leaving, 'Cause you got tired of my scheming, For the last time
Eventually, my manipulative behavior will lead to someone leaving me for good

It's me Hi! I'm the problem, it's me
I am aware that I am the one causing my own problems

At teatime everybody agrees
Even during casual and friendly moments, the reality of my personal problems is acknowledged

I'll stare directly at the sun, but never in the mirror
I refuse to reflect on my own faults and instead focus on external distractions

It must be exhausting always rooting for the anti-hero
My toxic and villainous tendencies take a toll on my own well-being

Sometimes I feel like everybody is a sexy baby
Although everyone seems to have their lives together, I still feel like an outcast

And I'm a monster on the hill, Too big to hang out
I feel like my own issues make it difficult for me to form connections with others

Slowly lurching toward your favorite city
Despite my own personal issues, I still attempt to pursue happiness and success

Did you hear my covert narcissism, I disguise as altruism?
I pretend to do good for others, when in reality I am only concerned with my own self-image

Like some kind of congressman, Tale as old as time
My self-serving behavior is typical and predictable

And life will lose all its meaning for the last time
If someone were to leave me for good, it would break me completely

I have this dream my daughter-in-law kills me for the money
My own fears and anxiety manifest in bizarre and disturbing ways

She thinks I left them in the will, The family gathers 'round and reads it
My own paranoia leads me to believe that others are out to get me

And then someone screams out, 'She's laughing up at us from hell!'
My own twisted thoughts and fears create a toxic atmosphere even in my dreams

Everybody agrees
The reality of my problems are acknowledged by those around me