I find it hard to communicate this feeling
(If it stems from some type of)
Some type of existential dread
(Responsibilities)
Just a lifestyle
A cliche
(A denial)
About how I want to go back to that
To breathe that sticky air
To feel the breeze upon my skin
(Out of breath and full of it)
Just wondering about something
I feel confined
By the chains around my wrists
It drags me under
I never wanted all of this
I feel confined
By the chains around my wrists
It drags me under
I never wanted all of this
I feel confined
By the chains around my wrists
It drags me under
I never wanted all of this
I feel confined
By the chains around my wrists
It drags me under
I never wanted all of this
It's just something
It's just something
(That I question)
It's just something
It's just something
(That I question)
It's just something
It's just something
(That I question)
It's just something
It's just something
(That I question)
Once I'm alone
In my car
Driving home
By myself again
It's not that hard
To pick up my phone
It's my favourite part
Being alone again
Once I'm alone
In my car
Driving home
By myself again
It's not that hard
To pick up my phone
It's my favourite part
Being alone again
It's crazy how
Something can bring you back
To that
To a different time
Different parts and different strides
Feel my foot touch that ground
Something that didn't mean a thing to me
Now it's the missing link
While I think back to now
Like I do to them
I won't find out
Need to take a step and fall into the deep end