Low

Go out
Don’t sit inside all day, staring at the wall
She wouldn’t want that
She’d probably tell me to sort it out
Move out, move away
Just don’t do nothing at all
Just be normal, try new things and make new friends
I’m bored of being bored, of being ignored
I walk these streets just for something to do It’s nothing new, it’s what I do Go home
Just sit in bed all day and bore yourself to death
But I don’t want that and I’ll be fucked if I can sort it out
Forget about your friends, they’ll ditch you in the end
Falser words were never spoken
I feel as low as the basement I created in my mind
To keep my thoughts inside when I’m sad
What’s a man, without his piece of mind?
Tell me I’m alright
I feel as low as the ground floor of your building
When I left you on the seventh floor
Can’t ignore the light from outside your window as I make my way back home
Go out
Don’t sit inside all day, staring at the wall
She wouldn’t want that
She’d probably tell me to sort it out