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