Stream Of Consciousness

I turn the lights down, throw the towel in and feel pretty much nothing

I think that's the kind of pain that worries me and I like to think that I'm growing up and that I'm learning but I have no idea what's underneath

And the foundations I laid down are too light for my skin and he said he wants to take me abroad but I can barely fly with my own wings

And love really confuses me, like how much are you supposed to give? (That's all I had)

I dream in colour, hate the summer, I act tougher than I really am

I'm a fuck up, told my mother, I don't love her when she's all that I have

And I'm 21 but feel like I'm getting on, the child in me has been and gone, isn't that sad?

I dream in colour, hate the summer, please don't tell me this is all that I am, it's all that I am

I think deep down I quite like being held at night, you know? Someone to touch, something to believe in

And there's like 21 reasons as to why I'm here but like 99 reasons as to why there's just no meaning (That's quite depressing)

And If I make something out of myself it'll be mad beautiful, like the way he looked at me when I asked him to dance

This isn't a stream of consciousness, this is more like a big fat fucking no one asked

I dream in colour, hate the summer, I act tougher than I really am

I'm a fuck up, told my mother I don't love her when she's all that I have

And I'm 21 but feel like I'm getting on, the child in me has been and gone, isn't that sad?

I dream in colour, hate the summer, please don't tell me this is all that I am, it's all that I am