Lyrics: Tanner Padbury
Music: Tanner Padbury/Rex Blair/Zane Dees/Noah Shelton
This one feels pathetic, here it goes anyway
Here's a list of all the things that I probably shouldn't say
Things aren't going to get better and maybe that's okay
Is it bad to admit I'd like if things just stayed the same
Is this list of fifteen hundred things keeping me alive
Is the lack of space for books and shit gonna make me die
I feel like there's too much time and at the same I can't find mine
If no one looks at me I think l'll be fine
If no one looks at me I think I'll be fine
If no one looks at me I think l'll be fine
If no one looks at me I think I'll be fine
If no one looks at me I think I'll be fine
Why's the nickelcade parking lot so small
That's supposed to be the place where I can spend it all
These nickels turn to dimes and I'm still wasting my time
Didn't realize I'd fall so far behind
If no one looks at me I think l'll be fine
I shouldn't have spoke now I'm thinking about All the reasons to stop and I'm reasoning now
With the points and conclusions that kept me around
Maybe I don't feel them
It's all coming down to the pieces I can't find
There's ghosts of the person who's towing the line
Sitting around staring at the black box
Might be the only thing
It's also been dragging me down to the bottom I'm scared, I'm scared, I'm scared, I'm scared
No one look
No one look