Tripped out on these meds again
I'm swimming in my head again
I lost my brain two or three years ago
Fighting for my voice again
I gave it to a boy again
I'm always saying yes when I mean no
I don't wanna have another fight in your car
You tell me that you're sorry and blackout at the bar
We wake up and forget that we were ever even there
And you're listening to music that I don't understand
You complain about my past like I can take it all back
I'm sorry and I'm trying and that's all that I can do
But I don't wanna do this, do this, not me, sorry baby
I don't wanna do this, do this, not me
And you're gonna make yourself
Fake yourself sad
Freaking out, taking it back
Get enough, still fucked up
Waiting on the little stuff
And you're gonna make yourself
Fake yourself sad
Freaking out, taking it back
Get enough, still fucked up
Waiting on the little stuff
Fading on the couch again
I gave into my vice again
I always pause the path that I should grow
Waiting on my future when
The world has never really been
A place that I feel safe enough to go
I don't wanna have another day like the last
We fall and then make up and it all happens too fast
I'm tired and impatient and I'm still hung up on you
And if practice is your perfect than I guess you can stay
But the way it's going now I guess I'm weary of change
I'm sorry and I'm trying and that's all that I can do
But I don't wanna do this, do this, not me, sorry baby
I don't wanna do this, do this, not me
And you're gonna make yourself
Fake yourself sad
Freaking out, taking it back
Get enough, still fucked up
Waiting on the little stuff
And you're gonna make yourself
Fake yourself sad
Freaking out, taking it back
Get enough, still fucked up
Waiting on the little stuff
Aren't you reeling
Babe I'm screaming
I am feeling kind of down
It's so easy to be needy
And to give instead of drown
I don't wanna do this, no I don't wanna
No I don't wanna do this, do this not me
And you're gonna make yourself
Fake yourself sad
Freaking out, taking it back
Get enough, still fucked up
Waiting on the little stuff
And you're gonna make yourself
Fake yourself sad
Freaking out, taking it back
Get enough, still fucked up
Waiting on the little stuff
