Mexico City
Sometimes my skin doesn't feel like it fits me right
Sometimes I'm not who I thought I would be
Sometimes I'm certain this is not as far as I should have gotten
By the time I turned 23
I watched seasons forget who they were meant to be
I forgot who I was too
Sometimes I still forget if it's the winter or the summer
Or if the sun is turning into the moon
As the bombs were falling down around and ashes filled the air
I was shaking trying to find some sense that maybe I belong here
As the bombs were falling down around and filling the air with smoke
I was dying, trying to spit the dust out, trying not to choke
"If I could only remember, yeah if I only knew"
Do any of the words I'm saying resonate with any of you
I'm always sick and tired of being sick and tired and counting down the days till I die
Am I telling you cause you're looking for meaning with your eyes turned up towards the sky?
As the bombs were falling down around and ashes filled the air
I was shaking trying to find some sense that maybe I belong here
As the bombs were falling down around and filling the air with smoke
I was dying, trying to spit the dust out, trying not to choke
As the bombs were falling down around and ashes filled the air
I was shaking, I was shaken
As the bombs were falling down around and filling the air with smoke
I was dying, trying to spit the dust out, trying not to choke
Sometimes I'm not who I thought I would be
Sometimes I'm certain this is not as far as I should have gotten
By the time I turned 23
I watched seasons forget who they were meant to be
I forgot who I was too
Sometimes I still forget if it's the winter or the summer
Or if the sun is turning into the moon
As the bombs were falling down around and ashes filled the air
I was shaking trying to find some sense that maybe I belong here
As the bombs were falling down around and filling the air with smoke
I was dying, trying to spit the dust out, trying not to choke
"If I could only remember, yeah if I only knew"
Do any of the words I'm saying resonate with any of you
I'm always sick and tired of being sick and tired and counting down the days till I die
Am I telling you cause you're looking for meaning with your eyes turned up towards the sky?
As the bombs were falling down around and ashes filled the air
I was shaking trying to find some sense that maybe I belong here
As the bombs were falling down around and filling the air with smoke
I was dying, trying to spit the dust out, trying not to choke
As the bombs were falling down around and ashes filled the air
I was shaking, I was shaken
As the bombs were falling down around and filling the air with smoke
I was dying, trying to spit the dust out, trying not to choke
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