Working On It

My mother always told me off for staring at screens
But I've been hooked since the age of sixteen
Twenty-six in my apartment, sunk in my phone
It's just another way of being alone
And it tells me that I have like two thousand friends
But none have called, the darkness descends
No offence to myself but what the fuck am I doing?
I've crossed, I'm junk

I'm sorry if it seems like I wasn't listening
But there was a reason, it's 'cause I wasn't listening

But I'm working on it
I'm working on it

Was it your birthday, I'm sorry, I completely forgot
I spend my day looking at pictures of dogs
So I try to improvе myself outside and in
I have a cigarеtte before I go to the gym
I should really try and meditate to stop feeling bad
Pour my heart to a stranger the cab of a cab
My mother always told me "don't get hopes on an evening"
I guess she's right

I'm sorry if it seems like I wasn't listening
But there was a reason, it's 'cause I wasn't listening

But I'm working on it
I'm working on it
I'm working on it
I'm working on it
I'm working on it

I used to
Lose my body and my mind
Wanna be like you
But I leave all that behind

I swear I'm working on it
I'm working on it
I'm working on it
I'm working on it

I swear I'm working on it
I'm working on it
I'm working on it
I'm working on it

I swear I'm working on it