The cuffs on my jeans are hanging too low
My jacket is puffed out too much
My hair is curled in all the wrong ways
It all sticks out too much
Almost every day in stuck on my bed
It's like I'm held down with cement
All I do is stare at my phone
Until it burns a hole through my skull

It's four
In the
Morning
I want
To go
Back
To when I was
Happy
When I was
Happy

Curse this summer holiday that gives me
Way too much free time
I'm just sitting around
Bored out of my mind
And all I can do is wallow in the darkness
And I'm questioning
The way I talk
The way I look
The way I walk
The way I sing
The way I write
The way I draw
The way I dress
The way I live
And it's too overwhelming (x2)
It's four
In the
Morning
I want
To go
Back
To when I was
Happy
When I was
Happy

It's fine she won't cry
It's fine she won't die
She's walked this path before
Its okay it's only sore