The Woodlands by Cheap Haircuts Lyrics

Just like the way you get when I show up late
I have been pouting and decaying
Stuck in a corner reciting poetry
I've been caught glancing at the moon
I hope the sun will come soon
I get embarrassed when people say they've been missing me

This is the way you'd talk to me without anyone listening
I'd hear people cheer and drown them out unintentionally
This is the way I'd talk to you when we had no clue what to do
I'd have my gut punched until I bleed and still wouldn't move

I'm scared I write so many things down they won't be heard the way I want them to sound
I've taken a new interest in listening
So many people will come and go but never forget the ones who show you indirectly what you truly value

This is the way that you would scream "you do not mean a thing to me"
And then your breath left and I couldn't quite catch up with you
So, this is the way that I have been--making excuses for my sin
Look at the mess that you turned me into
Look at the mess you've turned me into