bandanabloomI can’t feel like you canI couldn’t scream if I triedI wanna be who you lean onWhen you’re feeling the weight of the world on your backWhen you fold from the pressureI’ll show you it’s gonna be fine
I know that it’s hard to learn latelyYou’ll never be a wise old man when you turn eighteenI can tell you that right nowI’d spend my time around speakers I can blast nice sounds out ofOr looking down at forests from mountainsIt’s turbulent times and I’ve almost thrown my towel inA thousand times in countless regardsTrying to turn it all one-eighty like an owl’s head or Mars in the time span ofSeven hundred thirty-eight minutesYou barely notice you learned to hate living againTill your tearducts flood in the car once a weekAnd other times you hurt you feign indifferenceYou’re often dismissive, you’re often abrasive and roughBut I offer to you an invitation to crumble by my window sillYou don’t have to talk I know your dealI know you
Everybody’s a mess of ailmentsOur intentions aren’t all unfailingly badSorry sitting in moonlight’s staleWe can move like snails if you need that
I don’t know how to be human eitherI forget that I’m real like half the timeEvery feeling you feel makes senseIf the tears take stress off my shoulder is there for them too