Mid-Day Funeral - Ekoh

Yeah, it’s like I woke up in the wrong body

Another night on the floor and another cold coffee

Some negativity that’s creepin' in my head probably

I gotta get up out this house before depression stops me

And I know it’s obvious that everybody’s trippin'

Look around and know I had to throw my phone because

The shit’s only bringing me down

I swear this whole town is like «Look at me!

Look at me!»

«But please don’t get too close because I’m plagued with insecurity»

Yeah, see, I’m a victim of it, too

Just measurin' self worth by the number in these views

Distractin' myself with all the hate that’s in the news

And an algorithm advertisement made just for you, yeah

Uh, you see the controversy sells really anything

To keep us all from lookin' at ourselves

And that’s funny 'cause all we wanna to is look at ourselves

Just consumed with an image, not the shit that we felt, yeah (Felt, yeah)

We know we got a problem, and way too often

I been too afraid to go and check the diagnostics

Searching music, I’m escaping into comic

I don’t wanna be alone, and if I’m bein' honest (Yeah)

I know how to love, but don’t really love me (Love me)

I don’t really know when I’m feelin' lonely (Lonely)

I just wanna escape the feelin' of a mid-day funeral

For these thoughts, lettin' 'em go

Ay, I know how to love, but don’t really love me (Love me)

I don’t really know when I’m feelin' lonely (Lonely)

I just wanna escape the feelin' of a mid-day funeral

For these thoughts, lettin' 'em go (Lettin' 'em go)

And I read it in the books, the hero always wins

A good-looking dude that has a lot of friends

And I just got the same clothes that I’ve been wearin'

The same goes for the friends I do have, yo

And I got this creepin' anxiety that I been wastin' all my time

And I should probably have some medication just to rest the mind

But I been tellin' everybody I’m OK and that’s subjective, right?

Like, my «OK» might be a fuckin' hell for you like every night (Every night)

Wake up, take up my time, I’m lost, I’m gone, these songs we write

Are just all of us searchin' for somethin' that we believe

And starvin' for knowledge so they call 'em «news feeds»

And yeah, we’re all obsessed with the quality of our meets

But we’ll blindly consume all the garbage that they retweet

It’s so quick that we forget about the mental health

And lately I’ve been wishin' I was someone else

I know how to love, but don’t really love me (Love me)

I don’t really know when I’m feelin' lonely (Lonely)

I just wanna escape the feelin' of a mid-day funeral

For these thoughts, lettin' 'em go

Ay, I know how to love, but don’t really love me (Love me)

I don’t really know when I’m feelin' lonely (Lonely)

I just wanna escape the feelin' of a mid-day funeral

For these thoughts, lettin' 'em go (Lettin' 'em go)

Engagement with social media and our cellphones realeases a chemical called

dopamine

Dopamine is the exact same chemical that makes us feel good when we smoke,

when we drink, and when we gamble

It’s highly addictive.

We know the people that spend more time on Facebook

suffer higher rates of depression than people who spend less time on Facebook

Too many kids don’t know how to form deep, meaningful relationships

I know how to love, but don’t really love me (Love me)

I don’t really know when I’m feelin' lonely (Lonely)

I just wanna escape the feelin' of a mid-day funeral

For these thoughts, lettin' 'em go

Ay, I know how to love, but don’t really love me (Love me)

I don’t really know when I’m feelin' lonely (Lonely)

I just wanna escape the feelin' of a mid-day funeral

For these thoughts, lettin' 'em go (Lettin' 'em go)