Holes In My T-Shirt

Said I would run when I was sixteen
Even if the car was empty
Took a chance on being lonely
Going somewhere no one knows me
But don't worry mom I'm doing fine
Things are just different from your time
I know you care
You know I'm trying
I've always kept myself in-line
I like this holes in my T-shirt
And these chucks that make my feet hurt
And this couch where I'm sleeping right now
With all the heartache and bad times
And nights I got too high
I'ma rise when I figure it out
'Cause there are seven billion people dealing with their evils
So these holes inside my T-shirt seem so small
Compared to it all
Compared to it all
(Mmmmmm)
Yeah, the world out there has been scary
We're all holding on but barely
Trying to do this on my own
It's even harder leaving home
I don't want going to mean gone
It's hard to tell trough the phone
But don't worry mom I'm doing fine
Things are just different from your time
I know you care
You know I'm trying
I've always kept myself in line
I like these holes in my T-shirt
And these chucks that make my feet hurt
And this couch where I'm sleeping right now
With all the heartache and bad times
And nights I got too high
I'ma rise when I figure it out
'Cause there are seven billion people dealing with their evils
So these holes inside my T-shirt seem so small
Compared to it all
Compared to it all
Don't worry mom
Don't worry dad
I promise things are not that bad
I know you're scared
But trust me I'm trying
I like these holes in my T-shirt
And these chucks that make my feet hurt
'Cause there are seven billion people dealing with their evils
So these holes inside my T-shirt seem so small
Compared to it all



Credits
Writer(s): Nick Bailey, Quinn Lewis, Matthew Bryant Hastings, Brock Westover
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