i cannot stand to be here anymore
i lay in bed and dream of leaving
this is not the way it should be

my parents house or his house?
the line is blurred now
this whole ******* place, the whole ******* town

i used to look forward to breakfast in the mornings
now i stay up late wandering
and sleep through my alarm
grab something to go and spend my days alone

smoking used to be our thing but now
i only ever do it by myself
i smoke alone and shut my eyes and hope i fall asleep before i come down

my fathers nose and my mothers eyes and my own hair covering them both
at least on my face we are all still together

i cry in my car alone every time i leave you
2 AM, pulling my car on the side of the road again
sometimes ill still take the blame for it
all of this is all my fault
i think

what is left for me?
another night alone in my room dreaming of running away