Lyrics: David Daignault/Neal Berg/Nick Erickson
Music: David Daignault/Neal Berg/Nick Erickson
You know where I hide my keys
To my front porch (To my front door)
I'm passed out on my trampoline
Just wishing things were like they were before
Happiness became a chore
Seasonal depression puts your face in the snow
And you're just a failure if you move back home
I'll break the bad habit that I sleep with my phone
I'm so alone, I'm so alone
Just look at the dead leaves
Crumbling beneath our feet
And that first semester wasn't good for me
I get nervous so I bite the sides of my cheeks
I won't notice 'til my mouth begins to bleed
You know where I hide my keys
To my front porch (To my front door)
I'm passed out on my trampoline
Just wishing things were like they were before
Seasonal depression puts your face in the snow
And you're just a failure if you move back home
I'll break the bad habit that I sleep with my phone
I'm so alone, I'm so alone
Seasonal depression puts your face in the snow
And you're just a failure if you move back home
I'll break the bad habit that I sleep with my phone
I'm so alone, I'm so alone