Real Friends To: My Old Self lyrics

I spend my nights thinking the worst
and telling myself that everything's going to work out
I keep kicking myself in the mouth
Opening up every cut that should be a scar by now

I need the hope I always tell my friends about
I need the hope I always tell my friends about

I sleep with the TV on
it covers up my feelings about the past
Here I am lying awake,
thinking about how things used to be

I'm sick and tired
I'm sick and tired,
of being at the same old place in my head
Give me peace of mind

I always back track to my old self
When I'm holding on
To despairing cracks in my life

I'm holding on when I need to let go

I sleep with the TV on
it covers up my feelings about the past
Here I am lying awake,
thinking about how things used to be

That is the sort of thing fear grows in
I'm drowning from head to toe

That is the sort of thing fear grows in
I'm drowning from head to toe

That is the sort of thing fear grows in
I'm drowning from head to toe
I'm drowning from head to toe
I'm drowning from head to toe
I'm drowning from head to toe