Paroles
Is this growth or is this pesticides
Raging in my stomach like butterflies
Moments when we would feel so high
Driving home to make it through the night
I guess it makes sense that you'd feel that way
My only option to self medicate
With these words I write
But they won't come out till it's much too late
Oh
I'm trying here
Can't you at least respect that
I don't even respect myself
I miss sunny days and sunburns
We planted our roots so long ago
Staring at the light now
It's probably best to close your eyes
I guess it makes sense that you'd feel that way
My only option to self medicate
With these words I write
But they won't make sense till it's far too late
Oh
I'm trying here
Can't you at least accept that
I don't even accept myself