​this is what growing up feels like Clinton Kane

[Verse 1]
The weight on my shoulders now is crashing on my body
Say  that it's not real loud or that you’ll ever find me

[Chorus]
Waking  up and somebody's there at your door
Be another house that can't fill all the drawers
Say that it’s all in my head but really, they're from the closet

[Verse 2]
Oh,  there were days I'd feel more than whats under all of this
Under  all of this fear that I'd lose all control
Yeah, I'm caving under it, under of all of this painted love
Uh,  uh, under of all of this painted love, uh, uh

[Verse 3]
I'm starting to envy how I found myself in silence
Guarded an empty route that leads to only riots

[Chorus]
Waking up and nobody's there at your door
Be  another house that can't fill all the drawers
Say that it’s all in my head but really, they’re from the closet