Gazing out the sun’s peering in

Thinking back on the things that I did

Reconstructing the world in my head

Soft brown can’t articulate it

Drag me on the concrete tell me not to be complacent

I fake it

I smile but I’m faking

I fake it when I smile

When I-I-I

Well since I guess I have the time

I’ll state what’s on my mind purge out the rotten things inside

Waiting on my ride

Stranded but that’s fine

Sifting through the things that I despise

I close the shades above my eyes

I’ve been thinking bout it

I’ve been thinking bout it

Came to the conclusion nostalgia is depression man

I’m never at rest

Maybe its for the best I need this weight upon my chest

I’m not even 21 yet and yeah this all feels like a test

Pen to the paper yeah I know that I’m a mess in distress

Hazy life I’m pixelated like a twitter header

You want in and I just need to get my shit together

First, at least

Fuck it

I’ve been clinging to the old me

Clinging

The old me I’m just clinging

The old I’m just clinging

To the

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