I can't process the events in my day
I leave it all to late bedroom writings
The mood is sad
Energy is low
Somehow I connect with my mind
Turn off my brain
Pickup the guitar
Start strumming away
And sing with my heart
Cause my hurt runs deep
But I love making beats
It helps, it helps
It helps me retreat
I hop in the shower, my speaker on half
The lights dim, I cry out the blues
I think, I think, songs start to bloom
Singing along, making shower songs
My whole life
Goes through my head
That brown haired girl
Or my bleach blonde buzz
Time passes by
I think of everything on my mind
As water runs down my head
I've tried nicotine, I've tried the bottle
But nothing compares to my heart pouring down
Don't get me wrong, they still feel kinda good
But when I'm stressed out, I just let it all out
I hop in the shower, my speaker on half
The lights dim, I cry out the blues
I think, I think, songs start to bloom
Singing along, making shower songs
My whole life
Goes through my head
That brown haired girl
Or my bleach blonde buzz
Time passes by
I think of everything on my mind
As water runs down my head