Love how you disappear, if I need you You're sleeping, I get that, I want you to know that I try To figure out, where I'm going And where I'm sleeping, and how much emotion is showing And one can only imagine the things that you think of I want to see the country, without goodbyes But I can't afford that, so f** my life And all these guessing games And they all just feel the same, and I'm sorry When did I leave the seventh grade? You feel sick, I'm tired, I don't even know what to say My words can't make my problems go away You say I lose things, that I can't find There's no more covers, left to hide in You say I'm lazy, incompetent, I'm always too tired to try Everyone's stuck, living their "skewed up version of life" And now I have a job, and Bobby's living in Tallaha**ee I wish I had tried more And all these guessing games And they all just feel the same, and I'm sorry When did I stop thinking this way? I feel sick, I'm tired, I don't even know what to say Your words can't make my problems go away And all these guessing games And they all just feel the same, and I'm sorry When do I stop feeling this way? I feel sick, you're tired, we don't even know what to say My words can't make my problems go away