Maybe I'll go outside, and try to count
The trees outside of my apartment
Maybe I'll close my eyes, pretend I'm somewhere else
Where all the leaves are falling
I trust my horoscope more than I trust myself
Keep feeding my ego when I should ask for help
Don't know where prayers go, but I'm still scared of Hell
No, I'll never be all right, but maybe I'll get close
I'm drinking with my ghosts tonight
No, I'll never be all right, but I heard it gets good
I'm thinking that I could, in time
No, I'll never be all right
But it's gonna be alright
I should be keeping score of all the nights, I can't decide
Between getting high or sleeping
I thought by 24, I wouldn't question all affection
As if I don't need it
I trust my horoscope more than I trust myself
Keep feeding my ego when I should ask for help
Don't know where prayers go, but I'm still scared of Hell
No, I'll never be all right, but maybe I'll get close
I'm drinking with my ghosts tonight
No, I'll never be all right, but I heard it gets good
I'm thinking that I could in time
And no, I'll never be all right
But it's gonna be alright
No, I'll never be all right
But it's gonna be alright
And every time I go back to Boston
It just feels like running away
And I sink right back to the bottom
Hoping one day something will change
All my monsters live in the mirror
So I stare them straight in the face
Tell them even though I'm lost, I'm not afraid
No, I'll never be all right, but maybe I'll get close
I'm drinking with my ghosts tonight
No, I'll never be all right, but I heard it gets good
I'm thinking that I could in time
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