@Binissalem

Thank god you're here

I couldn't breath

I can't stand summertime

By noon Im numb

Inside my head

There's nothing to be done

If there's ever room for doubt

Know that I fill it right away

Doesn't weigh so hard on me now

Im under-slept

Im overplayed

My mind keeps going

To faithless places

I made a bet

It's all a test

My lungs can't hold

This type of weather

I never lied to you

I'm just bad at being bored

There's nothing wrong with me

And you didn't say the word