Baby Teeth
Don't I need something
A convenient distractions
And that could mean nothing
Could be my call to action
I can't mistake this
That long forgotten feeling
Tried to erase this
With copious self healing
Sometimes I feel like I should hold my breath
But the year won't last that long
Just a Saturday in my head
Try to replace myself again
Just taking a stab at what makes sense
Creeping myself out again
So tired of scratching out of these wall
It's like I can't break through the silence
A broken promise is a par for the course
If I'm being honest
I'm rocking the boat
Yeah
'Cause I'm in over my head
Yeah
And I'm dragging you down
Here with me
Cause I think company's best
Yeah
Sometimes I feel as if the worlds too thin
But underneath my skin
I'm fine
Just a Saturday in my head
Try to replace myself again
Just taking a stab at what makes sense
Creeping myself out again
I'm out of responses
I don't have a clue for what is next
If I'm being honest
I'm just trying to get this off my chest
I'm out of responses
I don't have a clue for what comes next
If I'm being honest
I'm just getting to get things off my chest
Sometimes I fear the ceiling might cave in
But this fear can't win for long
Just a Saturday in my head
Try to replace myself again
Just taking a stab at what makes sense
Creeping myself out again
A convenient distractions
And that could mean nothing
Could be my call to action
I can't mistake this
That long forgotten feeling
Tried to erase this
With copious self healing
Sometimes I feel like I should hold my breath
But the year won't last that long
Just a Saturday in my head
Try to replace myself again
Just taking a stab at what makes sense
Creeping myself out again
So tired of scratching out of these wall
It's like I can't break through the silence
A broken promise is a par for the course
If I'm being honest
I'm rocking the boat
Yeah
'Cause I'm in over my head
Yeah
And I'm dragging you down
Here with me
Cause I think company's best
Yeah
Sometimes I feel as if the worlds too thin
But underneath my skin
I'm fine
Just a Saturday in my head
Try to replace myself again
Just taking a stab at what makes sense
Creeping myself out again
I'm out of responses
I don't have a clue for what is next
If I'm being honest
I'm just trying to get this off my chest
I'm out of responses
I don't have a clue for what comes next
If I'm being honest
I'm just getting to get things off my chest
Sometimes I fear the ceiling might cave in
But this fear can't win for long
Just a Saturday in my head
Try to replace myself again
Just taking a stab at what makes sense
Creeping myself out again
Credits
Writer(s): Joseph Parella, Joseph Paul Cowell, Jonathan Joseph Rodney, Christopher Donofrio
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