Runaway Brother Faking It
The time that I spend in a box with no sunshine
My emotions like a garden
Roses, violets, and sunflowers
I will break apart the mold that I've gained such strength from
Because I'm no longer comfortable
But I'd hate to see you all go
I'm trying to figure you out
I took a class on psychology
The answer's been here all along
It should've been philosophy
(I'm just trying to figure you out)
I've learned so much but I know so little
I'm breaking apart the mold
I can't take it anymore
I know that you don't need me now
I know that you don't care
But it takes a lot to just let go
So go on, get out of my hair