Dissociation

I got back home from Alcatraz, I wondered down the road
I listen to my favorite tracks as I stumble my way home
A couple years of high school gone, a couple more to go
Getting the funny feeling that I healin' quite so slow

'Cause I've been around another year
Locked up in my home
I'm always reinventing what it means to be alone
I got my friends in Discord tags, living in a paper bag that's crumbling

I've got a funny feeling all my efforts were all for naught
I know I am full of shit but usually I forgot
I hope when dissociation sweeps me of my feet
I'll finally have the realization of what I am to you and you are to me

Must'vе been an hour or two, or was it three or four?
It couldn't have been much longer than that since I wound up on thе floor
Holding hopes and dreams and thoughts of [?] with a force
Letting it sick in and I cannot do nothing more

Because I've been around another year
Locked in a new home
Again, I've always reinventing what it means to be alone
My brain is full of bad lyrics, crying about cuttlefish you gave me

And I hope you don't feel sorry
All my efforts were for naught
I know I am full of shit but usually I'm forgot
And the girl I love is armor in the constructs of my mind
And I wish I could've told you half-a-year ago, that Friday night