I'm feeling light, am I aging?
Reassurance lies but I'll make it
Im sorry Stace- But I'm a waste
And I'm mistaken...
Is there too much time that I'm taking?
You made me small
I'm dying to reach out to anyone, anything
Fuck it all
Cause I'm dying to tell you anything at all
Smoking down under the streetlights
Thinking bout ending a bad night
I never
Could ever...
I'm sitting inside my bedroom
I wanted to tell you, that poor looks a swell view
But will you go set it all right?
Or let it just eat you alive...
You make me small
I'm dying to reach out to anyone, anything
You'd watch me fall
When I'm dying to tell you anything at all