Xmas on the Westside

I feel cold as ice And it's cold outside But that's got nothin to do with it Don't want belief but miss the discipline What to do with sin when you dont believe in it I don't have a clue, love Cant get right in my mind, love Change my behavior, so I'll keep sucking up Oh what I'd do, love If I could make it up to you, love All this failure, all this fuckin' up I'd eat right I'd center my mind I'd focus on the right things I'd focus on your timing I'd focus on the right things I'd focus on your timing I feel old and tried And it's old how time Is constantly shortening mine and it's all mine Don't care to be aware but need the Self-Care I need the me time I don't have a clue, love I cant get right in my mind, love Change my behavior, so I'll keep sucking up Oh what I'd do, love If I could make it up to you, love All this failure, all this fuckin' up I can't feel right Nothin' feels right Is this how we all end Stacking up parties on the Westside With curated lists of friends I can't feel right Give you my time Gave it all to my worst friends Who ruin Christmas on the Westside Like progressives on the left side 3 drinks in. 6 shots deep It's nearly cleared out for the night Have your way with me There's things to say We've got vulnerable space Put me on blast til it's hurtful You'll feel right a little Although your as east As you can be from the middle You'll find out that I will just admit that You've got the truth How convenient for you She deserves better Than recycled letter And minimal effort "Do you see the real me" My greatest fear, dear Is that they don't need me They all gonna leave me My greatest fear, dear Is that your gonna need me I'm gonna be me I'll just keep being me My greatest fear, dear I'm gonna be me