You've got a line up out your door,
of boys prettier in pictures.
I've got a line up out my door,

of demons waiting for an invitation.

I'm 22,

feeling more like a $#&@ up by the day.
I had you,
honestly, right now you feel far away.

I've got the heart of a martyr,
I've got the walls of a castle,
I have the same dreams as before,

right now I just wanna feel at home.

You've got a world outside your window,

With a college application,
and a long list of friends.
I've got a world outside my window,

with anxiety over almost everything.