Well I've been trying to figure out something to help with the coping that I'm losing all of my hope in the things that I call my home We're still here looking for ground to firmly plant our two feet on I can hear success in the distance but it's still just too compressed Well I've been losing sleep because I can barely eat And I stay up late at night overthinking about the time when I was all alone When I turned Nineteen and I couldn't come home So lets toss the secrets and let's make it hard Like that time I smoked weed in Weston's backyard I don't want to be scared anymore