I'm already picking up you speech patterns
I already wanna go home
I’ve got so used to running away
that it’s hard to imagine sleeping in the same bed
with the same boy everyday
and I spend so much time trying to please everyone I know
that I let everyone down
these broken promises, and self centered decisions
it’s a problem
it’s unhealthy communication
lacking relationships
but I'm already picking up your speech patterns
and I already wanna go home
but if I last until May I'm afraid of the ways in which I’ll change
and the ways in which I will stay the same
the hill my building sits on is so slippery
and it’s hard to get a grip
in this rigid January whether
but if I dig my heels in
I think I’ll make it to the top
or at least to the middle
every now and then I think the middle is good enough for me
for now I think the middle is good enough for me