Bent out of shape and out of place And you're honestly Either inspired or feeling drained Both feel the same Overall you're overwhelmed by thoughts Of staying where you're most lost Most of all too scared of where to flee If it's where you're supposed to be You swore that people never change In an honest way I swear that I've been trying hard So hard that I just might Drawing from the source of your own vice It's fucked but it's your right Most of all you're scared of where you're from It it's where you'll just end up