I'm sorry
I'm sorry
I'm sorry for being so obsessed with everything
I'm so sorry
Like a spider, poison up my tongue
I'm done talking
Manic or depressed?
Is this a yes or oh?
You caught me
I'm so sorry
Thought you loved me
'Til the day I died, but when it came
You wouldn't call me
I should know that I'm slow
To think before I act
And when I act, how could you know that?
Thought you loved me
Somebody warn me love
I can't take it anymore
I have been talking to stones
I can't fake it anymore
I gave but it's taken too long
Don't say that I am so strong
For going through hell
For going through hell
Where do I call home?
Where do I call home?
Where do I call home?
Where do I call home?
Where do I call home?
Where do I call home?
Where do I call home?
Where do I call home?
I tried my best to be so present
But all that's left is so freaking fragile
I look behind to more painful memories
'Cause I'm so nostalgic and I can't forget
I tried my best to be so thankful
They'd all attest that it takes a while
I medicate from troubled times
I'm so nostalgic and so behind
Where do I call home?
Where do I call home?
Where do I call home?
Where do I call home?
Where do I call home?
Where do I call home?
Where do I call home?
Where do I call home?
So nostalgic, so behind
So nostalgic, behind
So nostalgic, so nostalgic
So nostalgic
I'm so nostalgic, so nostalgic
So nostalgic
Hey
Oh-oh-oh
Hoo
