I've spent all this time creating for myself The sun is beating down until I melt I never should've looked until I fell I've spent all this time creating my own hell A subtle exploration of the things that have made me, a cold drive on Peachtree A car that is broken, I think I deserve it I'll be crawling to your bed A broken record player etching sounds in your head Leave your mattress on the floor Never fold your sheets cause you don't fold anymore Let me burn down the walls Your hands are covered, color-coated, and reformed The silent sounds of the distant policing Your family's repeating I never thought you took this to heart Take me back to seventeen A lack of concern and your lack of me Burning down the ties that bind I never tried, never trust Never tried, never trust And I wanna be so much more I'll be crawling to your bed Broken record player etching sounds in your living room instead I'll be sleeping on the floor Never fold on me, cause I don't fold anymore I'll try to curate a time where I don't mind inside Study the blades of your ceiling fan If I stuck to my tactic, I'd never feel static I'd bend and then break again Never tried, never trust Never fold on me anymore