Running, it's harder when you look back

It's funny when you want that

I'm not really like that

Gotta get the shit off my walls

I realize now there's no one at fault here

Are my thoughts clear enough to see me through the smoke?

I don't know what to do when I get home

I'm falling in love with thoughts of running away

But it's all the same

It's all the same

It's probably best that I calmed down before I went out; before I pushed myself behind

What's worse than a let down and feeling left out is feeling like you're stuck inside

I won't leave anything that I have pressed behind my teeth and I'll be everything that leaves me restless

I'm trying to test this behind closed doors

Wake up in the morning nearly running for what it is that pulls the roof back

It's hard to swallow

It's hard to swallow