RIP George Cooper

Head spinning in circles as I wake up on the floor

Counting cracks along the ceiling

I wish that I could trace them back to the place I was before

So I could stop myself from leaving

Broken bones and broken promises

From things they said I'd like

I keep my head down cus the sunlight hurts my eyes

Having trouble navigating

Trying to survive

Tripping over stones that others kick aside

I feel the walls begin to close

(woah)

It's getting dark out on my own

(woah)

And I know I'd always say

How I'd want to run away

But it feels like

It's fucking empty inside

Let it all go up in smoke

This will never be my home

If I could send a postcard

I'd stamp it with regrets

Cus it's all

Headaches and cheap amusement

Heartbreak and disillusion

Still chasing something stupid

My dreams are all but ruined

Guess I lost myself just tryna be someone

(two..three..four)

I feel the walls begin to close

(woah)

It's getting dark out on my own

(woah)

And I know I'd always say

How I'd want to run away

But it feels like

It's fucking empty inside

Yeah I hate the way things change

Cus I don't recognize my face

Let it all go up in smoke

This will never be my home

HEY

Yeah I hate the way things change

Cus I don't recognize my face

Let it all go up in smoke

This will never be my home

(This will never be my home)

This will never be my home

(This will never be my home)