I hate that, it's starting again
It's like exploding inside my head,
Holding out to blow.
It crawls right out through my skin
When I'd never expect
I feel those days when I feel those days
I punched myself in the head
I used to do it a lot
I haven't done it in years
And oh while time repairs the most of it
It's still there and I'm still here
To understand or pretend
Another room full of just don't get it
Oh my god what a mutual misunderstanding
Keeps me where I've been
It crawls right out through my skin
When I'd never expect
I used to let it take me over,
Thought I'd done with that itch
Now I'm back where you were
Before I'd ever escaped
And feel those days when I feel those days
I'll tick along as if it never happened,
Shake it off like I never cared anyway
I guess it's never too late
I guess it's never too late, to blow
Hate that, It's starting again
It's like exploding inside my head
Holding out to blow
