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letra de recovering - until october

do you feel like the walls are caving in
are you ready for another night alone, in your room
are you sick of always feeling so left out
the sinking feeling that the world has passed you by, well so am i

i’m so sick of watching the time tick by and
waiting for an answer to this pain
for just another day
and i’m so tired of watching the nights pass by and
feeling so alone in my own skin that i’m in

so let me tell you ‘bout the times
i wished that i was anybody else
cause the thought of getting up again just filled me up with dread
and those nights i spent just wishing i could claw off my own skin
cause the thought of being anything but me just felt so welcoming
and i, wеlcomed thought of blissful ignorance
so just separatе my brain and give me blissful dissonance
and those nights i spent on bathroom floors just praying for the end
dodging death, give it a couple years, and we’ll greet as old friends alright

there are times i sit and wonder, should i just let go
is there any reason to hang on
when there’s no room left to grow
and when you feel those bedroom walls, starting to cave in again
when you’re ready to end it all
before it finally gets good again
and if you’re wondering when people will finally start to care
that you’re drowning in your apathy
and it’s more than you can bear
well the seasons keep on changing, and i treaded through the highest tide
that’s when i knew that i had overcame
i could finally see the otherside
in this moment i can’t believe that there was a time
when i didn’t want to be alive
i couldn’t even get outside
of the thoughts i worked so hard, to push out and find the peace
of growing up and getting older
i just wish i’d done it sooner
i wished that i was anybody else
cause the thought of getting up again just filled me up with dread
and those nights i spent just wishing i could claw off my own skin
cause the thought of being anything but me just felt so welcoming
and i, welcomed thoughts of blissful ignorance
so just separate my brain and give me blissful dissonance
and those nights i spent on bathroom floors just praying for the end
dodging death, give it a couple years, and we’ll greet as old friends

yes

- until october

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