paid in quarters - A General Feeling of Discomfort. Lyrics

These halls don't smell the same as I
Had pictured that they would
They're too sterile, too clean
I thought they would be darker

I had my reasons for coming back
But now I can't seem to remember them
Something bout getting myself back on track
Something bout getting my old sense of self-worth back

I made it out
I tasted the freshest air around
But I got cut down
Came crashing back to Earth and now
My orbit's closer than it
Ever was before
I'm getting reacquainted with
The dust floes on my floor

And maybe I'd still feel the same
If I had never even walked away
Yeah maybe I'd still fell the same
If I had never even walked away