summer's gone
Leave me out to dry and rot
Obviously I cry a lot
Want me to be what I am not
Stuck in my head, I try a lot
I can't quiet my thoughts, don't let them out this Pandora's box
I ruined my weddin', now I wish I had a rope, so I could still tie the knot
Leave my body cold as the north hangin' from the ceilin' fan, spinnin' in circles
Die young, leave a beautiful chorus
I know that it's selfish, but it ain't to hurt you
I needed some peace from the war in my head, I've been fightin' for 20 years
Way too much PTSD to smile about anything, even if I have veneers
Only therapy that's workin' is when I'm on this microphone with my engineer
These songs are the only way
That I can communicate with you when I'm no longer here
And fear of loneliness is solely responsible for why I ran everyone away
Searchin' for paradise when I was already in it is why I got took away
All I ask is if I make it to Heaven from this life, I don't have to press "replay"
All I'm askin' you is after a life of sinnin' if it's ever too late to pray
Leave me out to dry and rot
Obviously I cry a lot
Want me to be what I am not
Stuck in my head, I try a lot
Mm-mm, mm-mm, oh-oh-oh
Mm-mm, oh-oh, mm-mm, oh-oh
Obviously I cry a lot
Want me to be what I am not
Stuck in my head, I try a lot
I can't quiet my thoughts, don't let them out this Pandora's box
I ruined my weddin', now I wish I had a rope, so I could still tie the knot
Leave my body cold as the north hangin' from the ceilin' fan, spinnin' in circles
Die young, leave a beautiful chorus
I know that it's selfish, but it ain't to hurt you
I needed some peace from the war in my head, I've been fightin' for 20 years
Way too much PTSD to smile about anything, even if I have veneers
Only therapy that's workin' is when I'm on this microphone with my engineer
These songs are the only way
That I can communicate with you when I'm no longer here
And fear of loneliness is solely responsible for why I ran everyone away
Searchin' for paradise when I was already in it is why I got took away
All I ask is if I make it to Heaven from this life, I don't have to press "replay"
All I'm askin' you is after a life of sinnin' if it's ever too late to pray
Leave me out to dry and rot
Obviously I cry a lot
Want me to be what I am not
Stuck in my head, I try a lot
Mm-mm, mm-mm, oh-oh-oh
Mm-mm, oh-oh, mm-mm, oh-oh
Credits
Writer(s): Mark Lombardo, Igor Mamet, Brandon Allen, Michael White Iv, Stephen Basil, Hunter Roberts, Colson Baker
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