Root Cause
Watching my other
Kill those lightning bugs with a bat
I ran around him
Begging to have mercy on them
Tucked in my covers
Dirty footprints tell it all
You sat beside me
On the other side of the wall
A million reasons why
My stomach's in my throat don't
Act like you don't know
Why I found
Other ways of tasting
I'm up at four am
With dirt under my nails and
A shovel in my hand
I'm craving
A punching bag again
I had a dream that
I was floating through the house
Jumped off a chair that
Wasn't really there enough
I made it to the back door
But I never turned the knob
Thought it was a memory
No it feels like I forgot
I forgot
I don't want to do this anymore
I don't want to do this anymore
I don't want to do this anymore
Don't make me do this anymore
I don't want to do this anymore
I don't want to do this anymore
I don't want to do this anymore
Don't make me do this anymore
A million reasons why
My stomach's in my throat don't
Act like you don't know
Why I found
Other ways of tasting
I'm up at four am
With dirt under my nails and
A shovel in my hand
I'm craving
A punching bag again
Kill those lightning bugs with a bat
I ran around him
Begging to have mercy on them
Tucked in my covers
Dirty footprints tell it all
You sat beside me
On the other side of the wall
A million reasons why
My stomach's in my throat don't
Act like you don't know
Why I found
Other ways of tasting
I'm up at four am
With dirt under my nails and
A shovel in my hand
I'm craving
A punching bag again
I had a dream that
I was floating through the house
Jumped off a chair that
Wasn't really there enough
I made it to the back door
But I never turned the knob
Thought it was a memory
No it feels like I forgot
I forgot
I don't want to do this anymore
I don't want to do this anymore
I don't want to do this anymore
Don't make me do this anymore
I don't want to do this anymore
I don't want to do this anymore
I don't want to do this anymore
Don't make me do this anymore
A million reasons why
My stomach's in my throat don't
Act like you don't know
Why I found
Other ways of tasting
I'm up at four am
With dirt under my nails and
A shovel in my hand
I'm craving
A punching bag again
Credits
Writer(s): Shelby O'brien
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