Goodbye
Clock is ticking; I just want it stop
Time is flowing like a river, water all on my watch
Nah, I'm kidding; I'm a broke kid, never was a dope kid
Eating lunch, fourth grade, had to go and choke kid
Thought it was over, body numb, no sensations
Thinking to myself like "Oh boy," the ends waiting
I gotta go; I'm sorry, mama, I didn't make it
You wanna see me now, but someone told me to keep you waiting
Life is cruel in a beautiful way
Wish I had some more friends that would want me to stay
Never thought that even heaven's skies could get so grey
And could you tell me when perfection never got so vague
Feel like it's not real, feel like I'm waking up
19 years, when I go like did I take enough
Girl and I are breaking up, was really shaken up
Told me that she cheated three times, I can't make this up
Life is crazy, and it's unexpected
And I'm just sick of learning every lesson
I'm scared of love; that's only one confession
I miss the world before I lost my presence
I really question almost everything
'Cause I just wanna know what's going on
Like is there something out there waiting for me
Whatever, I'll just put myself inside a countless song
Can you relate to this? Am I insane to you?
Did I just help you with a problem? Did I save you too?
Okay, probably not; I shouldn't just assume
But I been looking for support, so what am I to do
I'm having flashbacks of old-school hatchbacks
Whipping on the backroads, the matchbox had no gas
These random memories, invading me
They leave my mind empty; I been suffering from vacancy
In a house, but it's never been home
Like you alone cause you chose, and I'm alone like a ghost
These people see me and avoid me; I'm a joke, I suppose
Maybe it's the way I talk, or how I'm wearing my clothes
I think I'm different; never listen if they calling me out
My mama told me not to worry, try reducing my doubts
It didn't work; I'm a mess, I see the tears in my eyes
It's time to go, always knew my biggest fear was goodbyes
Time is flowing like a river, water all on my watch
Nah, I'm kidding; I'm a broke kid, never was a dope kid
Eating lunch, fourth grade, had to go and choke kid
Thought it was over, body numb, no sensations
Thinking to myself like "Oh boy," the ends waiting
I gotta go; I'm sorry, mama, I didn't make it
You wanna see me now, but someone told me to keep you waiting
Life is cruel in a beautiful way
Wish I had some more friends that would want me to stay
Never thought that even heaven's skies could get so grey
And could you tell me when perfection never got so vague
Feel like it's not real, feel like I'm waking up
19 years, when I go like did I take enough
Girl and I are breaking up, was really shaken up
Told me that she cheated three times, I can't make this up
Life is crazy, and it's unexpected
And I'm just sick of learning every lesson
I'm scared of love; that's only one confession
I miss the world before I lost my presence
I really question almost everything
'Cause I just wanna know what's going on
Like is there something out there waiting for me
Whatever, I'll just put myself inside a countless song
Can you relate to this? Am I insane to you?
Did I just help you with a problem? Did I save you too?
Okay, probably not; I shouldn't just assume
But I been looking for support, so what am I to do
I'm having flashbacks of old-school hatchbacks
Whipping on the backroads, the matchbox had no gas
These random memories, invading me
They leave my mind empty; I been suffering from vacancy
In a house, but it's never been home
Like you alone cause you chose, and I'm alone like a ghost
These people see me and avoid me; I'm a joke, I suppose
Maybe it's the way I talk, or how I'm wearing my clothes
I think I'm different; never listen if they calling me out
My mama told me not to worry, try reducing my doubts
It didn't work; I'm a mess, I see the tears in my eyes
It's time to go, always knew my biggest fear was goodbyes
Credits
Writer(s): Aidan Wilson
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