Walking home all alone always killed me
I'm here alone pressed on my wall
I hate the summer, I'm waiting for fall
And every time I snuck outside my window
I'd feel content when the air hit my face
Talked to myself as I roamed the place
The river down the road, the walls where I wrote everything you told me
Its haunting my dreams, its haunting my dreams
And all the classes I'd fall asleep to
They don't mean shit like how I'm feeling now
And lately I'm sleeping in
I find my slumber more consistent now
I had a dream of laying out my bones all across the road. Hopefully turning to dust when August will soon hit again
And Winter was always the worst. That's why I hung those Christmas lights in my room
Too keep me distracted from all of the things that I constantly feel in my head
And New Years was so full of shit, not even the vodka inside of me made me warm
Its not like I drink at all, but I wish I was drunk to forget it all
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