Emil Beckford - Songs About Pickles Lyrics

Sometimes it's harder to get out of bed than it is on some other days
Don't think I'm depressed or anything but it could have gone undiagnosed
I stay laid in bed till 2:43PM your attractions I'm pondering
Yeah, yours not mine because I'm trying to get inside your head
I've been hearing the same words and phrases in a variety of ways
And I can't stand to keep hearing my inadequacy on repeat
My brain says get up legs don't listen their blood's laced with disinhibition
It's like I'm trapped inside a jar and stuck writing songs about the pickles there

Being vulnerable is hard, but come just as you are
Roll your sleeves, show me your arms, I won't judge you for your scars
Being vulnerable is hard, but come just as you are
Roll your sleeves, show me your arms, I won't judge you for your scars
Being vulnerable is hard, but come just as you are
Roll your sleeves, show me your arms, I won't judge you for your scars
I won't judge you for your scars