Paper Cups & Pill Bottles (Indie-Pop Groove)

[Verse 1] Spilled my thoughts Like coffee on the counter Doctor’s notes Crumpled in my bag Friends say “call” I mute another number Scroll and scroll Till the day turns black [Chorus] Some days I’m fine Some days I’m fragile Holding it together with paper cups Pill bottles Laughing at the ceiling Crying in the shower If healing is a highway I’m stuck in rush hour But I’m still here Yeah I’m still here (oh oh) That’s something [Verse 2] Made my bed Then stayed on top of it Half-dressed pride Half-finished toast Text you “lol I’m kinda losing it” You send a meme When I needed a boat [Chorus] Some days I’m fine Some days I’m fragile Holding it together with paper cups Pill bottles Laughing at the ceiling Crying in the shower If healing is a highway I’m stuck in rush hour But I’m still here Yeah I’m still here (oh oh) That’s something [Bridge] I set one tiny goal Just get out the door Feet on the floor Keys in my hand It’s not a miracle But it’s more than before I’ll take what I can [Chorus] Some days I’m fine Some days I’m fragile Holding it together with paper cups Pill bottles Laughing at the ceiling Crying in the shower If healing is a highway I’m stuck in rush hour But I’m still here Yeah I’m still here (oh oh) That’s something