Why am I no good at goodbyes?
You showed me every way out
Want to think I'm one of a kind
But it gets way too, too loud
Used to get professional help
Too scared of what they found
I slick can't enough of beatin', beatin' myself
Up, up, up, up, up, up, up, up, up, up, up, up, up, up, up, up
Up, up, up, up, up, up, up, up, up, up, up, up, up, up, up, up
Up, up, up, up, up, up, up, up, up, up, up, up, up, up, up, up
I slick can't enough of beatin', beatin' myself
Boxin' matches held in my mirror
Can't ever seem to win them
These, these days I sit in my window
Hopin' to see it clearer
Bad advice get from my friends
And yet I choose to hear it
Used to come down hard on myself
Would put my heart right in it
I slick can't enough of beatin', beatin' myself
Up, up, up, up, up, up, up, up, up, up, up, up, up, up, up, up
Up, up, up, up, up, up, up, up, up, up, up, up, up, up, up, up
Up, up, up, up, up, up, up, up, up, up, up, up, up, up, up, up
I slick can't enough of beatin', beatin' myself
Deep down I want to stay but still
Can't find no solid ground, I, I, I, I
I slick beat
Beatin' myself up
Beatin' myself up
Beatin' myself up
Beatin' myself
I slick can't enough of beatin', beatin' myself
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