I might run back to last summer
My mind was clear when I was younger
Sometimes the sun gives me a headache
I know why, but I always hesitate

Make myself
Frustrate myself
Break myself
Save myself

Make myself
Frustrate myself
Break myself
Save myself

Do you even talk?
Just shelter your feelings
How you gonna walk?
If you're never healing

Pry your tongue out
Dial the phone
You're building up new obstacles
Open the door, say hello
Living in boxes, alone

I wanna feel good
I wanna feel whole
Introspection makes no moves
Afraid to hide in my room

I might run just run back to last summer
To these times when we were all were better
I feel like I am going under
Shut my eyes pretend it’s just like before

Make myself
Frustrate myself
Break myself
Save myself

Make myself
Oh come on, boy
Frustrate myself
Oh come on, boy
Break myself
Lift your head up, lift your head up
Save myself
Lift your head up, lift your head up

Make myself
Oh come on, boy
Frustrate myself
Oh come on, boy
Break myself
Lift your head up, lift your head up
Save myself
Lift your head up, lift your head up

It's time
He knows that he breaks himself
Labyrinths bringing him to hell
It's time
Passions destroying his health
Ripping him from his core help

Tell yourself it’s gonna be okay
Just wait it a few more Mondays
Consistently feel this way
Selfish bullets ricochet

Back and forth
Fall forward
Stumble backwards
All cracked mirrors
Disappearing
I wish fear wasn’t filling my head

I don’t know
Quite where I’m going
Feeling so
Okay with not knowing

Sentimental
Scrapbook on the shelf