At War Songtext
von Beth Karp

I′m social media tired
But a little life bored
I've fallen into a pattern
Overwhelmed and worn
Lost in a cycle of hopes rising til they fall
And I′m sick and tired
Sick and tired of it all

Caught in a trap
Isolation mode engaged
Longing to fit in
But desperately hiding away
Baffled by this make up thats at war with itself
Lost in translation just put me back on the shelf

I'm at war with myself
What you gonna do here
I'm at war with myself
What you gonna do here


Will you hide away forever
Living some pretend dream
Are you hiding from yourself
Or are you a shade of content
Caught on fire in a glass jar with no air
A bird trapped in a doorless cage
But you don′t want the fame
I don′t want your accolades
Or your canapés no no
It's not about the champagne
Freshly squeezed lemonade
Without the bitterness of failure

I′m at war with myself
What you gonna do here
I'm at war with myself
What you gonna do here

Searching for connection
Wrestling with who I′m going to be
Tripping over pleasing I'm not seeing through the trees
Looking for my people
Fully aware I′m not going to meet
Cos I'm not the kind of girl you trip over in the street
Cos I don't want your accolades
Or your canapés no no
It′s not about the champagne
Freshly squeezed lemonade
Without the bitterness of failure


Monday I′m all friendly
Tuesday getting scary
Wednesday is just living
Thursday is free wheeling
Friday disbelieving
Saturday barely breathing
Sunday full on departing
Here we go again

I'm at war with myself