I've been trying to figure out something to help with the coping That I'm losing all of my hope in the things that I call my home We're still here looking for ground to firmly plant our two feet on I can hear success in the distance but it's still just too compressed Well I've been losing sleep 'cause I car barely eat And I stay up late at night overthinking About that time when I was all alone When I turned nineteen and I couldn't come home So let's stop the secrets and let's make it hard Like that time I smoked weed in Weston's backyard I don't want to be scared anymore