Nook

To be with myself Inside the nook of my arm I go and bury my head And retrieve me mental health Shed and redirect My mind One breath at a time "first thought's ours, second one's mine" These days I feel uneasy These nights I can't sleep I can't sleep In some way Feel like I've only got myself to blame For this unease For these bad dreams Feel like there coming to get me In the middle of the night Out of spite For a thought I had Are my thoughts that bad? Are my thoughts that bad? Are my thoughts that bad? Why does my body feel so sad? To be with myself Inside the nook of my arm I have a conversation With all of these sensations I, come to realise The body doesn't lie Mmmhhh These days I feel unease These nights I get to sleep Not that deep though In some way Feel like I've only got myself to blame For this unease For these bad dreams Feel like there coming to get me In the middle of the night Out of spite For a thought I had Are my thoughts that bad? Are my thoughts that bad? Are my thoughts that bad? Are my thoughts that bad Thoughts that bad Thoughts that bad Thoughts that bad In the middle of the night Please save me from my head I've been craving some rest I've been thrusting For a soft feeling I, - My anxiety, here's a definition A continuous looming fear Of being caught, existing I, - (mmmmh)