Lyrics
I'm sick of writing songs that nobody listens to
I feel frustrated about creating songs that go unnoticed.
And living with my parents in my childhood bedroom
I live with my parents in my childhood room, suggesting a lack of independence.
I'm sick of how everybody acts like they know what's going on
I'm tired of people pretending to understand what's happening but refusing to share the truth.
But they won't ever tell you
Others won't disclose important information despite acting like they know it.
I'm sick of waking up with nowhere to go
I wake up without a clear purpose or direction.
And veins full of tar and lungs full of smoke
My body is burdened with harmful substances, like tar in veins and smoke in lungs.
I'm sick of these hands around my throat
I feel suffocated, possibly by external pressures or influences.
I don't even know who they belong to
I'm unsure about the origin or identity of the hands strangling me.
But I don't wanna go back to college
I resist the idea of returning to college.
I don't wanna live out of a bottle
I don't want to rely on alcohol as a coping mechanism.
You're dressed up looking like a model
Someone appears attractive but expresses dissatisfaction with my communication habits.
You say it's fucked up how I never call you
Despite the attraction, there's frustration about my lack of communication.
But I don't wanna go back to high school
Returning to high school is undesirable.
My friends don't like me, I don't like you
There are issues with friendships, mutual dislike.
And girl you're looking real cute in that light blue
Despite problems, the person is visually appealing in a light blue sundress.
Sundress, undressing in the front room
A vivid image of undressing in the front room is presented.
I remember skipping classes to cut myself
Recollection of a troubled past involving self-harm and class avoidance.
I remember Savannah saying "you need some help"
A friend, Savannah, recognizes the need for assistance.
When the wound runs deep, it bleeds like hell
Deep emotional wounds are compared to painful bleeding.
I'm used to this, couldn't you tell?
The speaker is accustomed to their difficult experiences.
But I don't wanna go back to college
Reiteration of the reluctance to return to college.
I don't wanna live out of a bottle
Aversion to relying on alcohol persists.
You're dressed up looking like a model
A repeating theme of someone attractive expressing dissatisfaction with communication.
You say it's fucked up how I never call you
Despite attractiveness, there's frustration about not being contacted.
But I don't wanna go back to high school
Reiteration of the unwillingness to return to high school.
My friends don't like me, I don't like you
Continued issues with friendships and mutual dislike.
And girl you're looking real cute in that light blue
Despite problems, the person is visually appealing in a light blue sundress.
Sundress, undressing in the front room
A vivid image of undressing in the front room is repeated.
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