| My friends tell me that i think too much
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| I’m in the back of the room feeling out of touch
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| This ain’t my best right now but i’m still adjusting
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| Cuz after all this time i’m sick of feeling nothing
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| In the dirt i lay, so far away
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| Blood on my wrist, i’ll never let them see me like this
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| You see me down & pick me up, i say i’m alright
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| Been blowing smoke and choking on my SSRI’s
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| Another day just means another set of long nights
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| It’s been a long time, i’m getting so tired
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| But i didn’t come this far for nothing
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| And I know i’m meant for something better
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| Before i throw it all away
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| Tell me this won’t last forever
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| My friends tell me that i think too much
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| I’m in the back of the room feeling out of touch
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| This ain’t my best right now but i’m still adjusting
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| Cuz aftr all this time i’m sick of feeling nothing
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| In the dirt i lay, so far away
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| Blood on my wrist, i’ll nevr let them see me like this
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| My friends tell me that i think too much
|
| I’m in the back of the room feeling out of touch
|
| This ain’t my best right now but i’m still adjusting
|
| Cuz after all this time i’m sick of feeling nothing
|
| In the dirt i lay, so far away
|
| Blood on my wrist, i’ll never let them see me like this
|
| My friends tell me that i think too much
|
| I’m in the back of the room feeling out of touch
|
| This ain’t my best right now but i’m still adjusting
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| Cuz after all this time i’m sick of feeling nothing … |