I wish I could go back to cornfields and gasoline
Falling asleep to the title screen
Forgetting how to breathe
I’ve been thinking a lot about this university bubble
And how much that I’ve changed
You wouldn't recognize me
I just feel so ****ing sick
The city’s way too big
Stomach acid on the streets
Conversations we’ll never keep
But I think I’d rather be buried in the concrete
In the driveway to your parents house
Forgetting how to breathe
Forgetting how to breathe
And I’m watching people leave
Forgetting how to breathe
And I’m watching people leave