(I gotta, I'm I'm probably just gonna get out of here for a bit, take off) Probably won't text and I probably won't call There really ain't much I wanna do at all The weight of my steps breaks The pain of my fall But I gotta leave Get outta these four walls These four walls of my Bedroom just feel like I live in hell And my living room More like a prison cell I'm just stuck in a rut And I can't get out 'Bout to turn that shit Into a wishin' well And I wish I could Know what to do Wish I could fix What is broken in two I look at the sky It's just stormy and blue And I open my eyes I just open a wound So a text or a call I'm ignorin' it all Cut off all of my friends Just to stare at the wall Lie in bed I can't sleep I'm just caught in between My love They won't find me Probably won't text and I probably won't call (Won't call, won't call, won't call) There really ain't much I wanna do at all (At all, at all, at all) The weight of my steps breaks The pain of my fall (My fall, my fall, my fall) But I gotta leave Get outta these four walls (These walls, these walls, these walls)