Phone Call

I kinda like livin' in my head
I guess my senior year's a wreck, I'll just make music in my bed
I kinda like the soreness in my throat
From talkin' hours upon hours about loving life alone, man

You kinda liked the ways that I could change myself, yikes
Before I realized I live my life always for no one else
I kinda like the muscle that I got
When I was building what I thought was love while they just sat and watched

I kinda like makin' zero sense
To the ones I only talk about in the past tense
Not goin' back, never needed help
'Cause I kinda like, really like, love myself

Hold please

I kinda like, don't care anymore
About the things that used to phase me cryin' on the bathroom floor
I kinda like, wanna leave this place for once
And find myself in other ones that love me just as much

I kinda like makin' zero sense
To the ones I only talk about in the past tense, I'm sorry, who
Not goin' back, never needed help
'Cause I kinda like, really like, love myself

The bags under my eyes are getting harder to disguise
But the moral of the story is how
The story changed to mine

Can't they just pretend that the words are makin' sense
'Cause either way, I have to say, I won't go back again

K, bye