A quiet night stares
closed eyes and everything touches you
the humid air engulfs your skin
the smell of swamp burns
it doesn't have to be this way.

Another step away from them
twigs snap, bones ache
and all I ever wanted was me
not because of them
fucking in spite of them
but that's never felt right either

I guess I never stopped walking
cause that sun is up and I'm sweating
colors everywhere trying to say
hello there, fancy a bit of joy?
hesitant, peer pressure, who cares, why not
It doesn't have to be this way.

Walking still I seem to have lost the night
the comfortable, friendly, painful night
it's what i wanted, right?
I got what I wanted, right?
I got me, but what good is that?