Dust on my old bed
Kingdom of cold sweats
Years overthinking
Under White ceilings

All of these evenings
Far from their mornings
Overreacting
Under white ceilings

Trying to let go of the million things I thought
Were meant to stay

I can't even recall how I should feel
I guess I won't for a while
At least I still got the spirit

Parts of an old self
Stacked on an old shelf
Memories rushing in
My hands are shaking

Eyes on the window
When will I let go
Stop overthinking
Just wipe the slate clean

Trying to let go of the million things I thought
Were meant to stay

I can't even recall how I should feel
I guess I won't for a while
At least I still got the spirit