| A suitor type, it would be nice
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| A lack of codependency
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| But I can’t be anybody but me
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| And unfortunately
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| I’m always barking up the wrong tree
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| I’m always stuck inside my pity
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| I hate my ways
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| I hate this place
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| But I’m too damn selfish to try to change a thing
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| This diary is killing me
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| I wanna find the flaws in everything
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| I wanna know that you won’t let go
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| This apathy, it swallows me
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| I don’t find the joy in anything
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| I wanna know that you’re not losing hope
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| 'Cause I can’t just dig myself back out
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| 'Cause it’s not as simple as it sounds
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| The suitor type, that would be nice
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| Live in another skin
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| I can’t imagine it
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| Nothing sounded so great before
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| But I’ve grown accustomed to all superstitions and things that just cloud my
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| way back home
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| It seems your answer is within the question itself
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| Should you move your life forward or put me on the shelf
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| This diary is killing me
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| I wanna find the flaws in everything
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| I wanna know that you won’t let go
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| This apathy, it swallows me
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| I don’t find the joy in anything
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| I wanna know that you’re not losing hope
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| 'Cause I can’t just dig myself back out
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| When I want to be somebody else
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| The suitor type, a different light, that would be nice |