I wish I could go back to
Cornfields and gasoline
Falling asleep to the title screen
Forgetting how to breathe
I've been thinking a lot about
This university bubble
And how much I have changed
You wouldn't recognize me
I just feel so fucking sick
This city's way too big
Stomach acid on the streets
Conversations we'll never keep
But I think I'd rather be
Buried in the concrete
In the driveway to your parents' house
Forgetting how to breathe
Forgetting how to breathe
And watching people leave
Forgetting how to breathе
And watching people leavе
