Difficult - Gracie Abrams

Gracie Abrams

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Difficult - Gracie Abrams (格蕾丝·艾布拉姆斯)

Lyrics by:Aaron Dessner/Gracie Abrams

Composed by:Aaron Dessner/Gracie Abrams

My double vision

Is only amplifyin' everythin' he isn't

Till I feel less attached and bored to death but listen

It's no one's fault it's just my terrible condition mm

And I've been thinkin'

If I move out this year I'll feel my parents slippin'

Away and also I'm just scared of that commitment

I really think sometimes there's somethin' that I'm missin' mm

Oh I know

Spiralin' is miserable

I should probably go back home

Why does that feel difficult difficult

Oh I hope

I wake up invisible

I'd be someone no one knows

I guess I'm just difficult

To name this feelin'

Would take a hundred thousand years some kind of grievin'

But over what I never had so I've been speakin'

To my therapist I call her every weekend mm

I meant to tell you

How I've hated how we left things when it fell through

'Cause you were everythin' to me where did you run to

Was it somethin' that I said that colored you blue

Mm

Oh I know

Spiralin' is miserable

I should probably go back home

Why does that feel difficult difficult

Oh I hope

I wake up invisible

I'd be someone no one knows

I guess I'm just difficult difficult

Difficult

I

Difficult

I've been drinkin'

And stayin' up too late relivin' bad decisions

I thought eventually my ranting here would fix it

I really think sometimes there's somethin' that I'm missin'

Mm

Oh I know

Spiralin' is miserable

I should probably go back home

Why does that feel difficult difficult

Oh I hope

I wake up invisible

I'd be someone no one knows

I guess I'm just difficult difficult

Oh I know

Spiralin' is miserable

I should probably go back home

Why does that feel difficult difficult

Oh I hope

I wake up invisible

I'd be someone no one knows

I guess I'm just difficult difficult