Sharpless

I’m stuck in my room
As the night becomes darker
And the windowsill is covered
With lyrics in marker

And my motivation oh where has it run off to

But all of sudden words cease to mean nothing
Especially names, of girls I’d been fucking
And places that I had left them behind
Trying to find a way out

But that’s how it works it all just gets duller
The more settled you are the harder you falter
The bland routines you wish
That you could escape
From the bland routines you wish
That You could change

So the only thing stopping me from getting on a plane
Is the еmbarrassing fear of trying to explain
To my parents and friеnds that they’re not to blame
It was the only way for me to stay sane

But the further you go from the place you call home
The more comfy you get with being alone
And the closer you get to knowing yourself
And feeling the things that you wish you had felt

How come I have this fear
Of the way that my memories disappear
Of the way that most of the time
None of us will ever do anything with our lives

I’m sorry for
The songs that I sent you
I’m sorry for
What I got you all into
I’m sorry for
This early eruption
I’m sorry for
My sexual disfunction
I’m sorry for
My fake disposition
I’m sorry for
My shifting opinions
I’m sorry if
I’ve become heartless
I’m sorry that
I am so sharpless
I’m sorry