I lived with my mom and I flew into rages
When I was supposed to be turning the pages
But there's a time for everything they say
Staring at boards and books never helped
The dry wall is chipping, this room is a hell
And know, my eyes, they leak, and I'm in pain
But oh, I'm getting older
I'm running out of time to talk it out
I've been
Daydreaming of how to rid me of myself
Daydreaming of every second spent in regret
Daydreaming of misery and loathing - well
I've been in a tearing hurry to go
People assume that I'm shy, but the truth is
Never had much to say
I'm such a bore to myself, forget you or anyone else
And they may say that I'm pathetic
But wallowing in self pity's my aesthetic
I'd like to claim that I never shed a tear
But oh, you're getting older
You're gonna see through me for what I am
Till I come clean, I won't be fine
I'm a cliché, the angsty whiner
Daydreaming of how to rid me of myself (Till I come clean, I won't be fine)
Daydreaming of every second spent in regret (I'm a cliché, the angsty whiner)
Daydreaming of misery and loathing - well (Till I come clean, I won't be fine)
I've been in a tearing hurry
To go