Streetlights
Put the pen to the paper, write it all down
I watch leaves fall as I pick them up off of the ground.
My smile fades and eyes grow shut
I can’t stand to look myself in the eyeI’m starting to realize what’s coming next. But I’m too far in the past to notice
Driving home under streetlights and all I can think about is how
I hate who I was a year ago and I’ll hate myself a year from nowMy heart belongs to a ghost
I never want what matters most
I thinks it’s cause I’m obsessed with what’s underneath
And the thrill always gets the best of meI can’t stand the way I talk or carry myself
I resent all things that I messed up but they always end up coming up in thought
I’ve never noticed who I actually am, because I’ve been too busy being myself.
