Elevator Days

I'm not discussing this now

I'll save it for rainy days

I'm pulling out all my hair

I'll tell you how the floor tastes

I'm not complaining at all

I'm simply figuring out the way to get back home, back then

Hey, Hey

And other nights where I had felt prepared

Couldn't match the times where we just never cared

Cause recklessly is where the best of me calls home

I'll probably end up alone

This whole discussion and talk while staring down at the floor

I like when you seem nervous

Too much talking makes me bored

Can't find a reason to be the things that I used to see

I'm trying to make you proud

I think about everything

I'm really working on me

I know it's hard to accept

I'm really working on me

I know it's hard to forget

There's nights that I couldn't stop

I don't know when to quit

I'm carelessly exact

You can call this selfish, my self self-benefit

And other nights where I had felt prepared

couldn't match the times where we just never cared.

I'm really working on me

I know it's hard to accept

I'm really working on me

I know I'm hard to forget