I hate the shell of a man I've become
With every year I've grown cold and numb
Everyone would be better off
If I'd just shut up and write some songs
Cause I've felt these hands
Break every beautiful thing they've ever held
And I've felt this mouth spout off
You ruined me, too many times to count
And it fucks me up to think
There's anything to love about me
And all I can focus on is
How everyone ends up leaving
Even if they didn't mean it
I don't want to mean it
And I've been reading books on attachment
And how fucked my head is
And I've been coping
By avoiding all forms of communication
We all learn that needs change with age
But right now I just want you to stay the same
And it fucks me up to think
There's anything to love about me
Do you feel like home?
Well I've never known