Terrified of my regrets
The things I've said and haven't yet
I can't breathe, can't sleep
I keep crying
I can't stop the feeling I'm not good enough
It gets me, it wrecks me

I've been hanging by a thread
A trapdoor in my head
I'm falling through again
I'm heartbroken and it's fake
Oh, when my friends say it'll be okay

Could the universe go easy on me?
If it gets much worse, I think I might scream
Say I'm in my prime, whatever that means
If I hear that one more time, I think I might lose my cool

Waiting for it all to click
I'm getting desperate
Right now, I'll tale anything
Even the stupid shit
So every 11: 11 I make a wish

I've been hanging by a thread
A trapdoor in my head
I'm falling through again
Flew from London to L. A
But nothing really changed
I still feel the same

Could the universe go easy on me?
If it gets much worse, I think I might scream
Say I'm in my prime, whatever that means
If I hear that one more time, I think I might lose my cool
My cool

Could the universe go easy on me?
If it gets much worse, I think I might lose my cool