Testo In My Room

I ought to sink into places
I find that I don?t know
Remember my old shoes
Some spaces were made to be outgrown
And if I fill up that table in my head
I think I?ll find all of the countless ways
I could make up for lost time
Made to be a better thing Picking up the parts
It?s a long long ways away
But I used to be a little bit
Hard to carry on
I had to be out of the way
But I still believe in everything
Even in my flaws
They?re a problem I can take
Tried to be a better thing
But it?s taking me a lot
Recovering all my strength
In my room there?s a storm
That will calm when I?m through
Find my ways between lines that I drew
These are my thoughts in a long form And I have the mindset to deconstruct you
Filled with the clouds in my eyes that I knew
I take the worst I can find and consume
This is the dark but it feels warm
And I try my best to see right through you
I remember none of it
Taking to my thoughts
It?s a solid I?ll escape
Stable for a little bit only to belong
But belonging gets so fake
Slip into another place
Laying on the lawn
Though this time feeling grey
Tried to live a better way
Tell me where I?m from
Settled in my daze