I have this thing where I get older
But just never wiser
Midnights become my afternoons
When my depression works the graveyard shift
All of the people
I've ghosted stand there in the room
I should not be left to my own devices
They come with prices and vices
I end up in crisis
Tale as old as time
I wake up screaming from dreaming
One day I'll watch as you're leaving
Cause you got tired of my scheming
For the last time
It's me, hi
I'm the problem, it's me
At teatime
I have this thing where I get older
But just never wiser
Midnights become my afternoons
When my depression works the graveyard shift
All of the people
I've ghosted stand there in the room
I should not be left to my own devices
They come with prices and vices
I end up in crisis
Tale as old as time
I wake up screaming from dreaming
One day I'll watch as you're leaving
Cause you got tired of my scheming
For the last time
It's me, hi
I'm the problem, it's me
At teatime