I'm running again No matter where I am I'm always missing my friends I keep catching bitter snowflakes Chew on the scraps of my own dreams And the leftovers entail a retail therapy sale I'm so good at making myself sad I'm so good at making myself sad I'm so good at making myself sad I'm so good at making myself sad I'm running again No matter where I am I keep feeling weird in my own skin I keep spreading myself thin And baby I'm still not home Will I ever be home? I'm so good at making myself sad I'm so good at making myself sad I'm so good at making myself sad I'm so good at making myself sad Turns out that I'm still not home Home Home Home I'm so good at making myself sad I'm so good at making myself sad I'm so good at making myself sad I'm so good at making myself sad