Why you waiting on my doorstep baby

You're knocking on house that's empty

The rooms have never been colder

Windows shattered and broken

I was never one for decorating

The strings on my guitar neck hate me

'Cause I take it out on them when im angry

Losing track of the time lately

I think im one of a kind crazy

And now im laying down outside like I own the fucking world

How my names in all these mouths you would have thought I fucked their girls

But its only people hating who aint got nothin worth showing

Too busy making jokes with their friends that they're blowing

I miss the simple

When I was living simple

When every single day I wasn't solving fucking riddles

Like should I be working harder

Or am I doing enough

Should I even be working or doing this out of love

I think im tired of thinking

All thought no feeling

Just staring at the starry ceiling

Alright okay

I think its hard to believe in

Things that aren't how you see them

Just staring at the starry ceiling

Alright okay

Why you waiting on my doorstep baby

You're knocking on house that's empty

The rooms have never been colder

Windows shattered and broken

I was never one for decorating

The strings on my guitar neck hate me

'Cause I take it out on them when im angry

Losing track of the time lately

I think im one of a kind crazy