I could talk to the wall
Least that's what they’d tell me
Never liked silence too much
It tends to scare me
Now we’re talking ‘bout my parents
And my extended family
It’s all spilling out
Sorry for oversharing

I’ve been painting the walls
And it’s making me dizzy
Haven’t called my friends in a while
Wonder if they miss me
Wrote my feelings on the ceiling
Find it in the morning
Can’t ignore it now
Sorry for oversharing

Sleeping in the backyard
Thought I saw Michael in my dreams
Wake up under black stars
It’s just a cycle, go back to sleep

Sometimes I wish I could scream
When no one else is listening
I remember being thirteen
Man, that shit was heavy
Now I’m talking to somebody
That I’m paying once a week
I’m relearning how to breathe
At the age of 23

Sleeping in the backyard
Thought I saw Michael in my dreams
Wake up under black stars
It’s just a cycle, go back to sleep
Sleeping in the backyard
Thought I saw Michael in my dreams
Wake up under black stars
It’s just a cycle, go back to sleep

I could talk to the wall
Least that's what they’d tell me
Never liked silence too much