Still spending hours
Picking at my skin
But now it's a little bit different
Cause along with my teenage spots
Is a line for every year
That's passed since before I had em
I wish I could love like that
I wish I could still love somebody like that
Still spending my time
Scared to make a move
But now it's a little bit harder
Cause I'm alone with my crooked thoughts
I don't need to be told
I'm not getting any younger
I won't fight I won't push back
Cause I know all you'll see is how I react
I don't live for you
I'm conditioning out the conditioning out
For the truth
Someone else
Is sleeping under your roof
And in her sleep
She dreams of all the lives that she has missed
That she left behind
And honestly nobody could save her if they tried
She wouldn't mind
It's harrowing - when you dig in all the things you find
It never really ends
It never really ends
It never really ends
It never really ends
It never really ends
It never really ends
Still spending hours picking at my skin
Still spending hours picking at my skin
