i hate this town, it’s so washed up
and all my friends don’t give a fuck
My thoughts on the semester. And fucking everything else.
Now you’re just wasting it.
And when it rains
Will you always find an escape?
Just running away
From all of the ones who love you
You made yourself a bed
At the bottom of the blackest hole
And you’ll sleep ‘til May and you’ll say
That you don’t want to see the sun anymore