To: My Old Self Real Friends

[Verse 1]
I spend my nights thinking the worst
And telling myself that everything's going to work out
I keep kicking myself in the mouth
Opening up every cut that should be a scar by now

[Pre-Chorus]
I need the hope I always tell my friends about
I need the hope I always tell my friends about

[Chorus]
I sleep with the TV on, it covers up my feelings about the past
Here I am lying awake thinking about how things used to be

[Verse 2]
I'm sick and tired
I'm sick and tired of being at the same old place in my head
Give me peace of mind
I always backtrack to my old self
When I'm holding on to despair and cracks in my life
I'm holding on when I need to let go

[Chorus]
I sleep with the TV on, it covers up my feelings about the past
Here I am lying awake thinking about how things used to be