Right here i'm being myself again Sitting here alone at the table's end A narrow sight of things i achieved Digging my hole for a sight of relieve Might not be the best time of my life Or maybe the worst but i don't brag I'm offering hand you brought me knife It's making me harder and harder To turn my back My house is not yours I don't owe you a thing Your words what makes you You don't know sh*ts i've been through I kinda get used to this I kinda get used to growing up with it But i don't even need a word that you said (I'm always running) Forget (Everything you said) Circling the drain again You're bringing yourself down again With all those words That just didn't make sense Circling the drain again