I think I’m gonna throw up
from all the things that I love, but can’t have
and the feelings I hold, but shouldn’t have
I think I’m gonna throw up
from holding in all these thoughts
I know they’re gonna come out and **** it all up
Wish I could take myself off like a sweater,
cut the tether, run together, cut the bullshit, take the bullet Never been good at repressing emotions
But new gets old
New gets old
New always gets old
New gets old
Wish I could lift that knife from my chest
be content with the things that I get
and the luck I shouldn’t have
Wish I could just give up and give in to the life of safe bets, but I’m bound to my thick head
Cheap regrets over therapy
I get bored too easily
so I trade what I have for something else,
but there’s always something else
And new gets old
New gets old
New always gets old New gets old
New gets old (x2)
I think I’m gonna throw up
from all the things that I love, but can’t have
and the feelings I hold, but shouldn’t have
I think I’m gonna throw up
from holding in all these thoughts
I know they’re gonna come out and **** it all up
Wish I could take myself off like a sweater,
cut the tether, run together, cut the bullshit, take the bullet Never been good at repressing emotions
