| Night time, driving |
| Everything silent |
| You just know me so well |
| Talking bout me and myself I’m trying |
| Still here waiting |
| Your voice frustrating |
| You just know me so well |
| Talking bout me and myself I’m trying |
| I don’t got nothing lose so why not be me |
| Trust if I really could choose then I would be free |
| I shoulda known I won’t turn out like everyone else |
| I’m always running then caught in a place in between |
| I thought that I was done with the slow songs |
| Then I write what it’s my head and it goes wrong |
| Pass out wake up and it’s all gone |
| Feelings really come alive when it’s dark out |
| Think ill fall into the sky with stars now |
| Gotta split personality these days |
| I don’t think that ill be putting this guitar down |
| Like I’m so tired of being restless |
| I cant promise you the truth |
| I’m so lost in my perspective |
| Hide the things I’m going through |
| Wish I could I say that this was easy |
| But I go drifting till it’s two |
| It’s my medicine |
| It’s my medicine |
| Night time, driving |
| Everything silent |
| You just know me so well |
| Talking bout me and myself I’m trying |
| Still here waiting |
| Your voice frustrating |
| You just know me so well |
| Talking bout me and myself I’m trying |
| I keep on trying but the pressure in veins 'cause a heat flash |
| Knees weak palms sweaty when they ask me what’s wrong I ain’t speak back |
| (Like) always disconnected the world so cold when I’m here alone |
| Good at criticizing myself for some shit that nobody knows |
| Listen |
| I’m not giving up I’m not quitting |
| I’m just saying there’s really no fixing |
| All my trust issues that I got buried in past covered by my lies keep tripping |
| How is this living |
| Think I’m tone-deaf to the silence |
| All I hear now is the sirens |
| Playing on loop in my mind something new I cant find every night I cant sleep |
| grows tiring |
| (Grows tiring) and who am I supposed to tell? |
| Clear thoughts locked up can you post my bail |
| Old scars on my body getting no improvement |
| 'Cause I’d never numb pain I’m supposed to feel |
| I said who am I supposed to tell |
| Clear thoughts locked up can you post my bail |
| Old scars on my body getting no improvement |
| 'Cause I’d never numb pain I’m supposed to feel |
| Night time, driving |
| Everything silent |
| You just know me so well |
| Talking bout me and myself I’m trying |
| Still here waiting |
| Your voice frustrating |
| You just know me so well |
| Talking bout me and myself I’m trying |