Well I've been trying to figure out something to help with the coping that
I'm losing all of my hope in the things that I call my home
We're still here looking for ground to firmly plant our two feet on
I can hear success in the distance but it's still just too compressed
Well I've been losing sleep because I can barely eat
And I stay up late at night overthinking about the time when I was all alone
When I turned Nineteen and I couldn't come home
So lets toss the secrets and let's make it hard
Like that time I smoked weed in Weston's backyard
I don't want to be scared anymore