Post Tour Depression

I'm looking at the wall hour after hour

I feel so strange, the walls feel too close

This room is colder than before

Hard to feel fine, there's no one anymore

Friends disappear, no sound to hear

Why does it all have to come to an end?

Back to the reality, back to the quiet

I want to live it over and over again

I already know this feeling

At home alone, back to anxiety

I already know this feeling

It's just my post tour depression

I tried to unpack, but it's all just a mess

Can't shake the feeling of emptiness

Walls staring back like they know my pain

They remember the nights when I feel insane

So I sit here alone

The silence is real

Nothing left to feel

Friends disappear, no sound to hear

Why does it all have to come to an end?

Back to the reality, back to the quiet

I want to live it over and over again

I already know this feeling

At home alone, back to anxiety

I already know this feeling

It's just my post tour depression

I've been through so much, I've gotten used to chaos

When it comes to an end, it's so fucking strange

I want to escape my nine to five

And once again

I keep living my lie

The high is gone, I feel so low

Stuck in quiet, with nowhere to go

Friends disappear, no sound to hear

Why does it all have to come to an end?

Back to the reality, back to the quiet

I want to live it over and over again

I already know this feeling

At home alone, back to anxiety

I already know this feeling

It's just my, just my

So I sit home alone

I have to go back to work

Nothing left to feel

I'm here home alone

Waiting for the next tour to escape from here