| Darkness is a season |
| Logic has no reason |
| Other than to keep me still |
| So I’ll create my own light |
| Closer to my real life |
| You said that I know you will |
| And you do you |
| And black goes out of fashion |
| And summer’s not so passive |
| Aggressively I’ll miss the fall |
| And I’ll just keep on writing |
| Exposure in this lighting |
| Maybe then they’ll hear it all |
| Some things I just can’t help, and |
| Most days I hate myself, but |
| I won’t be anybody else, no |
| Sometimes I feel too much, but |
| Thank God that I felt loved, 'cause |
| Nobody makes it without help |
| Shyer than I might seem |
| Nicer then I might be |
| Old enough to feel behind |
| Lonely in my own head |
| An optimistic nomad |
| Do anything to feel alright |
| And you do you |
| You do you |
| Some things I just can’t help, and |
| Most days I hate myself, but |
| I won’t be anybody else, no |
| Sometimes I feel too much, but |
| Thank God that I felt loved, 'cause |
| Nobody makes it without help |
| And you do you do |
| You do you do |
| Some things I just can’t help, and |
| Most days I hate myself, but |
| I won’t be anybody else, no |
| Sometimes I feel too much, but |
| Thank God that I felt loved, 'cause |
| Nobody makes it without help |
| (Without) |