So you've heard about the mess that I've made.
I'll probably take this to my grave.
You are the only thing about this all that keeps me up for days.
I'm trying to take a big jump.
Feels like I'm running in circles.
I speak believing that you hear me, trying to keep the ground beneath me.
And if I think about it all, I'm happy that I found it.
Fuck hanging pictures on the wall, it's bottles that I'm counting.
And you think you know, but it's been a long time coming around.
With nowhere else left to go it's been seriously bumming me out.
You're bumming me out.