Âm thanh chia sẻ

Car rides back home from familiar places turn to memories of hurt, I float in stasis Headphones on paired to my phone Streamed to myself A personal radio Of all the things that I could be, I'm hindered by my psyche I’ll set the record fucking straight I hate how this feels If it were up to me, You’d understand me even a little But you can’t change history There’s not a single way in hell So no matter what I do It feels futile and brutal Give me all the pills, To make me feel OK,