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