To: My Old Self - Real Friends
I spend my nights thinking the worst
And telling myself
That everything's going to work out
I keep kicking myself in the mouth
Opening up every cut
That should be a scar by now
I need the hope
I always tell my friends about
I need the hope
I always tell my friends about
I sleep with the TV on
It covers up my feelings about the past
Here I am lying awake thinking about
How things used to be
I'm sick and tired
I'm sick and tired of being
At the same old place in my head
Give me peace of mind
I always backtrack to my old self
When I'm holding on to despair
And cracks in my life
I'm holding on when I need to let go
I sleep with the TV on
It covers up my feelings about the past
Here I am lying awake thinking about
How things used to be
Doubt is the soil that fear grows in
I'm dirty from head to toe
Doubt is the soil that fear grows in
I'm dirty from head to toe
Doubt is the story that fear grows in
I'm dirty from head to toe
I'm dirty from head to toe
I'm dirty from head to toe
I'm dirty from head to toe