Daily, she sends me photos of her She's only twenty-something Terrible with her iPhone Left me another voicemail Saying, "Sorry I didn't text you" "I haven't been sleeping well" It's a slow burn Coping on unemployment Cracking her fingers often I ask her what we're doing She tries to change the subject Saying, "I'm scared of turning into a parody of myself" And it's hard to give yourself over to something It's hard to give yourself over to something Sunday, she puts on Sky Fеrreira She finishes hеrself first She slept in her mascara And says, "I think your music got worse" "Since you went fully sober, at least now you won't kill yourself" (You need to get some help) And it's hard to give yourself over to something (Give yourself over, over) (Give yourself over, over) It's hard to give yourself over to something (Give yourself over) When it could all turn into nothing (Give yourself over, over) And now I'm afraid to throw you in a different light I'm waiting on the moment when we get it right You're sleeping all alone, I'm sitting up at night I'm so in my head, I'm so in my head It's hard to give yourself over (Give yourself over, over) (Give yourself over, over) And it's hard to give yourself over to something (Give yourself over, over) (Give yourself over, over) It's hard to give yourself over to something (Give yourself over, over) (Give yourself over, over) And now I'm—