Fishtown row homes, exposed brick wall
Tell me again how it’s always all my fault
Screaming at me from an empty room
You know i could never trust you

You tell me i’m not trying hard enough
They tell me your resentment will fade
You tell me i’m not doing good enough
But i’m doing better than you were at my age

You’re screaming from an empty room
What will you do when no one’s left to yell
Back at you?

Replaying voicemails from freshman year
Broadcast them for the world to hear
A woman’s voicе still ringing through the land
All because shе didn’t want to hold your hand

You tell me i’m not trying hard enough
They tell me your resentment will fade
You tell me i’m not doing good enough
But i’m doing better than you were at my age

You’re screaming from an empty room
What will you do when no one’s left to yell
Back at you?
You’re screaming from an empty room
No one’s left to yell back at you