作词 : Jon Brion/Jeff Gitelman/Malcolm McCormick

作曲 : Jon Brion/Jeff Gitelman/Malcolm McCormick

My regrets look just like texts I shouldn't send

And I got neighbors, they're more like strangers

We could be friends

I just need a way out of my head

I'll do anything for a way out

Of my head

In my own way, this feel like living

Some alternate reality

And I was drowning, but now I'm swimming

Through stressful waters to relief

Yeah, oh, the things I'd do

To spend a little time in Hell

And what I won't tell you

I'll prolly never even tell myself

And don't you know that sunshine don't feel right

When you inside all day

I wish it was nice out, but it look like rain

Grey skies are drifting, not living forever

They told me it only gets better

My regrets look just like texts I shouldn't send

And I got neighbors, they're more like strangers

We could be friends

I just need a way out of my head

I'll do anything for a way out

Of my head