Courtney Barnett

Don't Apply Compression Gently

Tell me what you're thinking, what you're thinking about

Tell me when you're finished - maybe I'll come around

Had enough to bring me all the way to the ground

I don't have to tell you what I'm thinking about

You have made your bed, I know better than to sleep in it

Better off dead than the hell that will become of it

You have hurt my head but I'm not denying

That I did not bring it on myself

I take pieces of myself from everyone around me

I'm not individual enough for you

I replicate the people I admire

But at least I'm not bitter and sad, bitter and sad

I may not be 100% happy but at least I'm not with you