Take off your shoes
If you plan to walk around inside my head
My room's a mess
I've been hoarding my anxiety and stress
Underneath my makeshift bed
You never know what you have
Until it's gone
I'm so far gone
So what do I have?
Overanalyzing simple situations
'Til their faces turn to dust
I can't express the way I think in words
Just give me time o think things through
I can't have you placing thoughts all throughout my room
While I'm still picking up the pieces
That you threw across my floor
I lie awake at night
Staring into nothing
All of the right words
Never the right time
You never know what you have
Until it's gone
I'm so far gone
So what do I have?
I'm so far gone
So what do I have?