Mixtapes A List Of Things I Can't Handle
Billy turned into an atheist
And all my friends work for businesses
But I still write these songs inside my head
Just like me they're insincere
I'm afraid I'll fade away next year
So I take the long way home I don't wanna be in bed
And everyone turned into someone else
I spent twenty years trying to be myself
Until I finally realized I don't know who that was
These secrets kept from all these late night talks
I spent the best nights standing in a parking lot
With a couple people I wish I still knew, I miss you
So maybe it's my fault that I ended up here
Sometimes it's not so bad to just disappear
Sometimes it's not so bad here, I'm just waiting around so I can hear the bad news
And sometimes my insides feel like they're rotting away, and in time we'll heal
I know it gets better, but some nights are neverending
So I found myself back in Hamilton, I forgot the mail so I could drive again
In a last ditch effort to try and feel alive
These rainy days can make wasted years, I just laid in bed and tried to face my fears
And in the morning realized this is what life was, and I'm scared
And sometimes my insides feel like they're rotting away, and in time we'll heal
I know it gets better, but some nights are neverending
So maybe it's my fault that I ended up here
Sometimes it's not so bad to just disappear
Sometimes it's not so bad here, I'm just waiting around so I can hear the bad news
There's a lot of things
A lot of things
A lot of things I don't get
And I think that's ok
A lot of things
A lot of things
A lot of things I don't get
And I think that's ok
