| I don’t want to say sorry for leaving and hurting you |
| 'Cause it’s never just sorry, it’s conflict passing as truth |
| I’m tired of going out dancing and smoking 'til my lips are blue |
| I’m getting high to hide the lows |
| It’s what I do when I’m alone |
| Now I stand by the mirror and my fingers are shaking |
| Lights that flicker in darkness |
| They show me I’m changing |
| And there’s a kind of elation |
| When my heart starts racing |
| I’m getting high to hide the lows |
| It’s what I do when I’m alone |
| Feel like I haven’t come home yet |
| But I convince myself |
| It’s just temporary heartache |
| Say 'I'm doing fine' |
| But you can tell |
| I can’t help but dwell |
| Now watch me, on the ceiling, as my body floats |
| And my head’s underwater, with seaweed around my throat |
| But then I double down heaving |
| I will always leave when I can tell I’m 'bout to blow |
| I’m getting high to hide the lows |
| It’s what I do when I’m alone |
| Feel like I haven’t come home yet |
| But I convince myself |
| It’s just temporary heartache |
| Say 'I'm doing fine' |
| But you can tell |
| I can’t help but dwell |
| Eyes are closed, it’s hard to see |
| I loved when you held onto me |
| But I forgot just how to breathe |
| Your touch is just a memory |
| This different person, jagged smile |
| That loved and lost and over time |
| Had dwindled to a dwelling sigh |
| And now I wonder who am I? |
| Feel like I haven’t come home yet |
| But I convince myself |
| It’s just temporary heartache |
| Say 'I'm doing fine' |
| But you can tell |
| I can’t help but dwell |