the grass is greener
so you hop the fence
how the hell are
you miserable again
looking across the river now
it seemed better back then

flipping like a switch
can't make up your mind
it always looks better
on the other side
always had someone
else to decide

wanna turn back
and go to what you know
run into the arms
of a person you disowned
there's comfort in familiarity
chaos feels like home

through the looking glass
its all foreign and strange
hard to stomach
this new kind of pain
wasn't prepared
for this amount of change