Breathe

I don’t think I’m crazy
There’s just so much panic in my chest
I wanna get faded
Trapped up in the suburbs
So my heart is in the basement
I just learned to cope by never speaking
Never saying shit

Why’s it always raining?
Why do I always say that I’ll be better
In a day? 
In a month?
Let’s face it
I might never change 
Since January I’ve been on some 
“May won’t be the same” shit
But everything’s the same shit
I hate this feeling
Hate it

I can’t get out my fucking street
I felt like a better person when it was just you and me
Or when I’m on the road 
You see It makes me feel at home
FUCK BEING ALONE

My only escape is this music shit 
The only time I’ll ever fit is

In and out 
But now it’s really hard for me to think about
In and out
But now it’s really hard for me to dream without 
In and out 
But now it’s way too hard for me to live without
In and out
But now its really hard for me to scream without
In and out
But now it’s really hard for me to be without