Hate this part

I left my home for four walls i could touch
And my once not enough feels like way too much
Feel like my world’s never changed so fast
But sit tight take it in cos it never lasts
I cried on my birthday
Like that’s so unique
But life after twenty
Feels oh so bleak
Cause i slept right through august
Like I’m from a book
To be at stood at the storefront
And wait for your
Look i said i’d never come back yeah i promised
But i need you more than ever if i’m honest
I’m just hoping you still
Leave a key under the mat
Run for the hills but i can’t stay for long
Cos if i get too comfortable i might be wrong
It’s hard
And i hate this part
I know i forgot to read your reply
You called and went off like the Fourth of July
Cos i lied to you daily
And said i was fine
I couldn’t be lonely
I don’t have the time
To say that this would be forever but i
Hate the way i have to dress in southern weather
Hoping that you leave the window
Open just a crack
Run for the hills but i can’t stay for long
Cos if i get too comfortable i might be wrong
It’s hard
And i hate this part
Would you be so disappointed if i asked for help
I’ve forgotten how to be myself

Fall back in to
Pick apart the things i thought i felt
So i
Run for the hills but i can’t stay for long
Cos if i get too comfortable i might be wrong
It’s hard
And i hate this part
A weekend at home at the back of the bus
But to leave you again will be twice what it was
It’s hard
And i hate this part
Yeah i hate this part