Dead

Dead - Phoebe Ryan

I've made mistakes been dishonest

Self-estranged did what I wanted

I was a fake I slept just the same

I'm not a saint no I'm not a saint

Oh no it doesn't make sense

Oh no I don't understand

When things are good

I don't believe that they're for real

I really wish I could just tell myself I gotta feel

Feel something else instead

Cause lately life is like a dream

It's messing with my head

I must be dead

I've been a wreck took things too far

Made a mess felt like a star

I've broken hearts and goddamn I slept the same

I'm not a saint no I'm not a saint

Oh no it doesn't make sense

Oh no I don't understand

When things are good

I don't believe that they're for real

I really wish I could just tell myself I gotta feel

Feel something else instead

Cause lately life is like a dream

It's messing with my head

I must be dead

So suddenly it's all picture perfect

Life is so good and I don't deserve it

When things are good

I don't believe that they're for real

I really wish I could just tell myself I gotta feel

Feel something else instead

Cause lately life is like a dream

It's messing with my head

I must be dead

I must be dead

I must be dead

I must be dead I don't believe it

I must be dead

I tell myself I could be dreaming

I must be dead

I must be dead I don't believe it