Hundred different voices in my ear, I stepped outside to smoke a cigarette

Been getting sick of the internet

Pressure building, bottle rocket, phone keeps buzzing in my pocket

Let it die

Then wake up and apologize

Withdrawals for a day in the back of the yard

Writing songs that I don’t pick apart

Time wasting away like it’s supposed to do

When pain was a bruise on the side of my arm

Not a feeling inside of my heart

I’m reaching for something I once knew

How much change can I undo

Birthday cards stopped having money

And the next door neighbors moved cross country

Their flowers died, the new family ain’t half as nice

My favorite band was still together

And the self-produced EP was better than the label shit

I swear that’s what ruined it

Withdrawals for a day in the back of the yard

Writing songs that I don’t pick apart

Time wasting away like it’s supposed to do

When pain was a bruise on the side of my arm (my arm)

Not a feeling inside of my heart

I’m reaching for something I once knew

How much change can I undo

I taste it on the tip of my tongue

Can’t get the words out of my mouth

Don’t know where it’s coming from

So familiar somehow

Spinning like a record machine

Waiting for a song that I know

Digging up a memory

Withdrawals for a day in the back of the yard

Writing songs that ain’t meant for the charts

Time wasting away like it’s supposed to do

When pain was a bruise on the side of my arm

Not a feeling inside of my heart

I’m reaching for something I once knew

How much change can I undo