White Sheet

I could do the thing that I’m supposed to do
When I do, I’m always too blue.
I could be the one that I’m supposed to be
And I get so close.
It doesn’t mean…

Anything at all to me, it’s like a white sheet
Ivory blanket of clouds.
All I wanna do is sleep, lay in bed and
Never get up, never get up again
Is that so bad?

Do you think it could be better now
No alcohol, wake up on time?
Do you think that life is meaningful
Work all day, earn your paycheck.

Lying in bed
Is that so bad?

Trust Yourself
Doubt what you feel, never trust a word out of your own mouth.
32 years to let go of lies I only see now.

And it feels so right to be wrong
To love every part of myself.
I know I know I could be wrong,
But I could be right, yeah I could be well

And it feels so good to me, good to me
And it feels so right to me, right to me

Down on my knees on the floor, blue carpet, sanctuary.
Pushing a part of me down, ashamed of what I’m feeling.

You can trust yourself