Internal fixation on your
External invasion
I'm all alone
It's not my home
Waiting on another day
To finish what I started
All those years ago
I thought I'd grown
Hang ten on this wave of panic
Some folks would call it romantic
Hoping I can seem sincere
Behind all of this plastic
And the hanging loose of all my friends
Helps the panic to set in
I feel all alone
Surrounded by the alerts on my phone
And all my songs sound like a shitty band from 2009
I am sorry Sloan
I thought I'd grown
Making music for my adolescent self to fall in love with
I'm behind our times
But I'm trying
I'm trying my best
But I can't rest till I'm satisfied
So I get dressed kinda
And try to find a way to keep it up
Treat myself like I'm enough
Fight the urge to drop my classes
Spend my extra time in practice
Get diagnosed
With what I'm predisposed
Never leave my house again
And feel the fear kick in
And I can see the stories now
It's funny how
I'm trying my best
But I can't rest till I'm satisfied
So I get dressed kinda
And try to find a way to keep it up
Treat myself like I'm enough
