When you called them at small hours
Was that just conversing with a friend
Or did you hope for something more?
Why do I always write songs
For people that don't love me anymore
I am feeling false hope
I'm in here
All alone
Stuck in time
I'm not okay
I'm not okay
Searching
Endlessly
Better present than this
Alone
Same state, different day
This feels like home
Wandering somewhere
With no place to go
Stuck in the silence
With scattered thoughts
Accompanied by despair
Still no place to go
Searching for purpose
Or someone to make me feel
Like I'm loved, not worthless
Is it too much to ask for?
Waiting for someone
To come and take me back
To the times I were carefree
And not filled with hatred
Searching
Endlessly
Better present than this
Alone
Same state, different day
This feels like home
Finding it worthless to put myself out there
And making an effort that leads to nowhere
Unuseful discourse for fake affection
Unloved and let down
Left out from selection
Pondering quietly this lonely phase
As I'm swiping myself deeper down in misery
Life's going nowhere alone in the darkness
Starting to question
Why am I like this?
Fuck it all, this feels like home
Fuck it all, this feels like home
Finding it worthless
Life's going nowhere
Unloved and let down
Why am I like this?
Searching
Endlessly
Better present than this
Alone
Same state, different day
This feels like home
When you called them at small hours
Was that just conversing with a friend
Or did you hope for something more?
Why do I always write songs
For people that don't love me anymore
I'm feeling false hope
I'm feeling false hope
This feels just like home