I was up all last night

Trying my best to untie

All of the knots in my stomach and on my tongue

But I’m running in circles

So I picked up my phone again

To let the doubtfulness back in

This can’t be it

Is there really nothing more to me than

Missing the point of moving on

But I can’t help

But think to myself

How fucking miserable I was last year

And now my friends all hate me

Because I never want to go out

I’ll drink alone inside my room

I’ve got my coffee in one hand

And a sly sense of humor to hide

The insecurities I feel all the time

This can’t be it

Is thеre really nothing more to mе than

Missing the point of moving on

But I can’t help myself

But keep the thought in the back of my head

How fucking miserable I was last year

And I’m running in circles

And I need to find my way out

I’m running in circles

And I need to find my way out

I’m running in circles

And I need to find my way out

I’m running in circles