​the grass is always greener on the other side. ​bixby

[Verse]
I wish I told myself I'm fine, but no, I never could
Everyone else is telling me I never understood
I swear there's no one else to go to, I don't really know
I swear it's never getting better, it don't really show
All the ones that I love never call me back
Talk for once in a while, then I mess up bad
Taking that, taking this, over things I lack
Put the mic to my lips, and I don't look back

[Pre-Chorus]
But can you say that you mean it?
Don't go to sleep yet
Gun on my tongue
'Cause I'm fiending for feeling
I'm always gone for the weekend
You hate to see it
Whine about love 'cause I act like I need it

But can you say that you mean it?
Don't go to sleep yet
Gun on my tongue
'Cause I'm fiending for feeling
I'm always gone for the weekend
You hate to see it
Whine about love 'cause I act like I need it