Eight Away

I am a phone call, or like eight away
I'm in my room a lot, I'm letting myself rot
Shit, I'm avoidant, shallow, I'm ghosting my friends
I don't want to admit I am depressed

I'm home, hiding and dodging, I like to pretend
That I'm aloof, not just super stupid sad
I wish I didn't stay inside my bed all day

I gotta get real, reach out and show that I care
I'm out of excuses, ruses, but candidly I'm scared
I'm shy or something like that, I'm not at my best
I want to impress you, that's my honest truth

Hey Em, I miss you a lot. Give me a call whenever you have a chance
I know today and tomorrow are going to be kind of crazy for me, but yeah, just shoot me a call
I'll do my best to answer
Alright, love you

I'm stressed, moping and fretting all over some texts
I'm tired, anxious and in pain, I leave you all on read

I hope to see you soon, until then here's this tune
It's nothing against you, I think I'm a recluse
Or maybe it's a mood
There's not much I can say, I'm in my own damn way



Credits
Writer(s): Em Strong, Kolbi Erickson
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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