Burn Out
Flashback to skipping my classes and pacing my floor
I loved a blond boy in high school, but not anymore
Now I plan out my life with every guy in the grocery store
Who looks my age or looks my way
And I smoke out the window when my parents are home
Leave a light on at night if I'm sleeping alone
And my mailbox is full, and no one calls my phone anyway
Think I burned out a while ago
Maybe I'll re-light one day
So I take shit from the people who talk to me like I'm ten
When if I write a good song and never do it again?
Every time that I think I'll snap, I just bend into place
Will I ever break?
I take backroads to work to avoid the left turns
Leave my old friends on read when they say they're concerned
Only listen to songs where I know all the words by heart (words by heart)
Think I burned out a while ago
So where's my fresh start?
Oh, oh
And I zone out completely while watching TV
Time slips through my hands, barely touches me
I can't picture myself past the age of 33
And I go through the motions and movements alone
Leave a light on at night just in case you come home
Clear my mailbox for you, but you don't call my phone anyway
Think I burned out a while ago
Maybe I'll re-light one day
I loved a blond boy in high school, but not anymore
Now I plan out my life with every guy in the grocery store
Who looks my age or looks my way
And I smoke out the window when my parents are home
Leave a light on at night if I'm sleeping alone
And my mailbox is full, and no one calls my phone anyway
Think I burned out a while ago
Maybe I'll re-light one day
So I take shit from the people who talk to me like I'm ten
When if I write a good song and never do it again?
Every time that I think I'll snap, I just bend into place
Will I ever break?
I take backroads to work to avoid the left turns
Leave my old friends on read when they say they're concerned
Only listen to songs where I know all the words by heart (words by heart)
Think I burned out a while ago
So where's my fresh start?
Oh, oh
And I zone out completely while watching TV
Time slips through my hands, barely touches me
I can't picture myself past the age of 33
And I go through the motions and movements alone
Leave a light on at night just in case you come home
Clear my mailbox for you, but you don't call my phone anyway
Think I burned out a while ago
Maybe I'll re-light one day
Credits
Writer(s): Isabel Pless
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