"Get A Grip!" lyrics

"Get A Grip!"

I feel like a stranger
In my own skin, it's got me thinking
What must everyone see?
When they look at me?

Do I look like my father?
I don't see it 'til my friends start teasing
That I sound just like him
And that feels pretty grim

Most people say I'm sweet and kind but I can't lie
I'm feeling the façade slip
I've got to get a grip
Before the worst parts of my psyche
Start to define me
I won't let 'em define me

I'm prob'ly a loser
Everyone I know's got somewhere to call home
But where does that leave me?
A novel type of lonely

Am I more like my uncle?
Working his ass off with nothing to pass on
Drinking to numb the pain
A brief escape for the brain

Most people say I'm sweet and kind but I can't lie
I'm feeling the façade slip
I've got to get a grip
Before the worst parts of my psyche
Start to define me
I won't let 'em define me

I won't let the worst parts
Of my psyche start to define me

Most people say I'm sweet and kind but I can't lie
I'm feeling the façade slip
I've got to get a grip
Before the worst parts of my psyche
Start to define me

I'm feeling the façade slip
I've got to get a grip
Before the worst parts of my psyche
Start to define me
I won't let 'em define me


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