Overthought

Mixed up Homesick Runaway Leave your mind For a better place Hear we're going crazy From the blinded tide Crowds can be lonely I can't get excited Like back when I felt I'll go it alone But god I need help And while I admit I feel a bit strange I can't say sorry For how I was made How I was made Fresh-faced Last place accident Too scared to cry The worlds too wide And the cemetery inside you Full of childhood dreams Not too rare it seems I can't get excited Like back when I felt I'll go it alone But god I need help And while I admit I feel a bit strange I can't say sorry For how I was made How I was made