Is This What You Wanted
Write this down on my headstone
"It wasn't what I hoped for"
I'm twenty-four and I'm older
I've still got a world of doubt on my shoulder
That's been eating me away
From the inside out
What am I supposed to say?
That I'm happy now?
Walk the block in the morning
Were the weekends always this boring?
Fall asleep in the shower
The water runs for an hour
Sit alone at the table
Check the fridge again maybe
This is all that I hoped for
But I was dumb when I left home
Got a restless head in the nighttime
I haven't slept that wеll in a good while
I'd take pills just to calm down
But I don't need one morе thing to depend on
I've been sober for a week
Pushing through the pain
But it's all the same to me
Hours into days
Walk the block in the morning
Are the weekends always this boring?
Fall asleep in the shower
The water runs for an hour
Sit alone at the table
Check the fridge again maybe
This is all that I hoped for
But I was dumb when I left home
There is this weight on my chest
It keeps my head down, shortens my breath
It flattens my highs, fuels my regrets
I'm scared it will hold me 'til I'm dead
Walk the block in the morning
Were the weekends always this boring?
Fall asleep in the shower
The water runs for an hour
Sit alone at the table
Check the fridge again maybe
This is all that I hoped for
That I was done when I left home
"It wasn't what I hoped for"
I'm twenty-four and I'm older
I've still got a world of doubt on my shoulder
That's been eating me away
From the inside out
What am I supposed to say?
That I'm happy now?
Walk the block in the morning
Were the weekends always this boring?
Fall asleep in the shower
The water runs for an hour
Sit alone at the table
Check the fridge again maybe
This is all that I hoped for
But I was dumb when I left home
Got a restless head in the nighttime
I haven't slept that wеll in a good while
I'd take pills just to calm down
But I don't need one morе thing to depend on
I've been sober for a week
Pushing through the pain
But it's all the same to me
Hours into days
Walk the block in the morning
Are the weekends always this boring?
Fall asleep in the shower
The water runs for an hour
Sit alone at the table
Check the fridge again maybe
This is all that I hoped for
But I was dumb when I left home
There is this weight on my chest
It keeps my head down, shortens my breath
It flattens my highs, fuels my regrets
I'm scared it will hold me 'til I'm dead
Walk the block in the morning
Were the weekends always this boring?
Fall asleep in the shower
The water runs for an hour
Sit alone at the table
Check the fridge again maybe
This is all that I hoped for
That I was done when I left home
Credits
Writer(s): Ashton Hardman Le Cornu, Kieran Lama, Caleb Harper, Peppa Lane
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