Tried to keep it airtight tonight
I'm leaking and it might not be alright
Trying not to spill a drop
It's not something I can stop
Stephanie
You probably don't remember
You kind of f*cked me
Behind a shed
Summer of '95 in Aston
Any lasting effects I know weren't meant
It's just these friends
They always give it in the end
It's always the same
I hope you're doing ok
Endlessly think of these things
As I shut my eyes repeatedly
I was just trying to sleep
Broken satellite dish
Drags along my neighbor's house
It scraps along the brick
And it's orange outisde
The thoughts come back again
Maybe I should die
But I just breath deep
And try to go to sleep