Phone Call

I kinda like livin' in my head I guess my senior year's a wreck, I'll just make music in my bed I kinda like the soreness in my throat From talkin' hours upon hours about loving life alone, man You kinda liked the ways that I could change myself, yikes Before I realized I live my life always for no one else I kinda like the muscle that I got When I was building what I thought was love while they just sat and watched I kinda like makin' zero sense To the ones I only talk about in the past tense Not goin' back, never needed help 'Cause I kinda like, really like, love myself Hold please I kinda like, don't care anymore About the things that used to phase me cryin' on the bathroom floor I kinda like, wanna leave this place for once And find myself in other ones that love me just as much I kinda like makin' zero sense To the ones I only talk about in the past tense, I'm sorry, who Not goin' back, never needed help 'Cause I kinda like, really like, love myself The bags under my eyes are getting harder to disguise But the moral of the story is how The story changed to mine Can't they just pretend that the words are makin' sense 'Cause either way, I have to say, I won't go back again K, bye