If I could go back
I'd get a haircut
Try to change it up
Stop telling myself that I'm somethin' else
Stop telling myself that
I've been through hell
If I'd known that
I'm not mr brightside
I wouldn't try to hide
Stop telling myself man I'm someone else
Start telling myself that
They can go to hell
Paranoia something to us
There's no answers falling faster
Doesn't matter climbing ladders
Lights creep closer but we feel farther
I'm just in my head in the low light
Laying in my bed thinking who was I
What could I do what could I do what could I do
No I'm not mad
We don't talk much
The distance is tough
I start telling myself that there's someone else
Start telling myself there's someone better
If I could have
Measured the outcomes
Weighed the odds
I'd start telling myself that
I'm okay
With constantly overthinking all the 'what ifs' or
What could have been I shoulda said I didn't mean it
But In the first place there's always been something' missing'
Or part of me worth fixing' know I probably shoulda' listened
Well
I'm far from home but breathing
Changing with the seasons
I'm nervously repeatin "I'm okay"
Paranoia something to us
There's no answers falling faster
Doesn't matter climbing ladders
Lights creep closer but we feel farther
I'm just in my head in the low light
Laying in my bed thinking who was I
What could I do what could I do what could I do
