I gotta, I'm I'm probably just gonna get out of here for a bit Take off Probably won't text and I probably won't call There really ain't much I wanna do at all The weight of my steps breaks the pain of my fall But I gotta leave, get outta these four walls These four walls of my bedroom just feel like I live in hell And my livin' room more like a prison cell I'm just stuck in a rut and I can't get out 'Bout to turn that shit into a wishin' well And I wish I could know what to do Wish I could fix what is broken in two I look at the sky, it's just stormy and blue And I open my eyes, I just open a wound So a text or a call, I'm ignorin' it all Cut off all of my friends just to stare at the wall Lie in bed, I can't sleep, I'm just caught in between my love They won't find me Probably won't text and I probably won't call (Won't call, won't call, won't call) There really ain't much I wanna do at all (At all, at all, at all) The weight of my steps breaks the pain of my fall (My fall, my fall, my fall) But I gotta leave, get outta these four walls (These walls, these walls, these walls)