Everybody says these are the best years
But every day I wish I was further from here.
Everybody says you're so honest
But if you knew the truth,
I don't think you'd want it
No
I don't think you'd want it
I know all the cracks on the ceiling
Memorize everywhere the pain is peeling
Trace my body down on the carpet Try
to tell myself that I haven't lost it
That I haven't lost it
I don't know why I'm wasting my time Trying to get it right
Wearing the weight of a bad year
Checking myself in the rearview mirror
Bearing my heart to a basement Try not to notice my face is changing
