Kelsey Q vs. The Holland Tunnel

Sleeping in is getting old, so I'm lying down

Continually unsure wondering why I waste my time

I looked up, now, I'm out of touch with what I thought I once was

I'm standing now but I don't know how much trust I have in myself

Or anyone else

My hands are becoming too weak to hold onto my own head

I'm exhausted from telling myself that I really know nothing

What keeps me from leaving this room is the memories I have

Of the time that I sat here and held onto something I said

But I'm over it, what makes me feel so weak

Is my inability to walk out from under this fucking ceiling

What makes me feel so weak

Is my inability to walk out from under this fucking ceiling

No one knows why my head is numb, it's all a part of

Why I can't feel sad when I know that it's worth it

I'm done trying, I'm done trying