You plan to leave before the new year, staying low and keeping alone Living underground at your mom's house, you've done it once you'll do it more Hanging 'round like dirty laundry Convinced you're in a state you're not Frozen moments spread so far within reality in reference to your scar Why do you loosely give away your youth while burning out on trusting time? Walking backwards facing the path towards the past is easier to see what's left behind Why did you misplace all of your favors? Do your friends know you're out walking the malls? A photogenic fractured face still haunts your room, the stain still on the wall