Lyrics Crocs - Pro Teens

Stuck in a rut, so what?
I saw the shame in your face that day
I could see the sun in your window
It′s not so simple when you throw it away
I feel exactly how I said I'd feel
Like that wasn′t real
And i get used to thinking nothing gives
So why should I speak?
Conversations lead to more conversations lead to more of this of this
I get sick I get so nervous I get so nervous I make it much worse
Timelines lead to existential dread
It makes no sense
I'm fine as long as I'm vegetated
Without movement
Conversations lead to more conversations lead to more of this
I get sick I get so nervous I get so nervous I make it much worse
Moments become just fissures to how you really are
God has the answers if you′re done searching
We′d really love it if you'd just come back home