Glass

Since I’ve been away there’s not much that’s changed.
My past just repeats itself. It’s the same problem with someone else.
And I’m still picking fights, somewhere in my mind.
My thoughts are overstated. I’m jaded and complicated.
So tell me why do I feel so sick?
I’ve been here before and my thoughts won’t quit.
I know you’ll pretend to care, with your vacant stare.
Out the window straight through the fucking glass
Hoping that I never come back
We don’t see eye to eye, but you don’t seem to mind
Maybe I’m just thinking out loud, trying to keep my feet on the ground
And I’m still losing sleep over all the little things
I’ll stay awake for peace of mind and tell the world that I’m just fine.
But I still think why do I feel so sick?
I’ve been here before and my thoughts won’t quit.
I know you’ll pretend to care, with your vacant stare.
Out the window straight through the fucking glass
Hoping that I never come back
Never come back
No I’m not, no I’m not, no I’m not over this
No I’m not, no I’m not, no I’m not over this
No I’m not, no I’m not, no I’m not over this
No I’m not, no I’m not, no I’m not over this
Why do I feel so sick?
I’ve been here before and my thoughts won’t quit.
I know you’ll pretend to care, with your vacant stare.
Out the window straight through the fucking glass
And I hope to God I don’t come back
(And I hope to God I don’t come back)