This summer feels weird, we should call it off
Feel like a stranger whenever we talk
Two weeks on April, was it worth it?
When I got nothing good to do
I watch the news, I think of you
I make myself so sad on purpose
I really don't
Wanna go home if that means home with you
But I'm so alone
It's the end of days, nothing better to do
Too many reasons I'm upset
Too many things I don't express
You seem okay with what I'm hiding
I convince myself that I'm a ghost
I can walk through walls 'til I don't know
Maybe I'm a loser, that's more likely
I really don't (I really don't)
Wanna go home if that means home with you
But I'm so alone (I'm so alone)
It's the end of days, nothing better to do
