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• Artiste: Isabel Pless
• Titre: Workhorse
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I pop a pill to fall asleep in my own bed I watch my phone light up on the night stand I'm a little nauseous I'll overcome it Sometimes I think that I might be a workhorse I'm satisfied when the work is forced Being complacent Is happy adjacent But I think about in the shower, in the morning I think about it like a sign I've been ignoring I think it might be some type of warning That things can get better I'm overwhelmed and I'm feeling kinda stupid I have my cool, but what if I lose it? When I'm told what's good for me I can't let people down But no one's making a sound Who's the workhorse now? I call my mom, wash my sheets on my birthday I can't think straight unlеss I'm getting paid And I'm low on money My head feels fuzzy Somеtimes I think that it might be your course Forfeit the reins, par for the course When shit's out of my hands Don't have to understand I thought about it in the backseat in Portland I thought about it like something foreign I had the thought oh fuck it important Things can get better I'm overwhelmed and I'm feeling kinda stupid I have my cool, but what if I lose it? When I'm told what's good for me I can't let people down But no one's making a sound Who's the workhorse now? I'm worried I'll love you when I feel myself I'm worried I'll lose myself in it I'm worried that I'll forget who I am I'm worried I'll forget this is just like anything You're sweet and nice and kind to me I'm worried this is the best version of me