And I hate that I'm hitting a ceiling Summer's closed on its final afternoon Last of the light floating round the room ♪ Failing school, waking up in the evening Piss the bed and don't even clean it My God you should have seen it ♪ The fridge, no food All plans unmoved But everybody is failing together ♪ Toying around in a bubble bursting Forever pressured to become perfect Within old clothes that we cannot grow in ♪ You sold your phone, said that you were leaving I did forget that you may just mean it Took to the road, only left your footprint ♪ Well don't look back 'til Your feet are filth I hope you see some better weather