I'm not discussing this now
I'll save it for rainy days
I'm pulling out all my hair
I'll tell you how the floor tastes
I'm not complaining at all
I'm simply figuring out the way to get back home, back then
Hey, Hey

And other nights where I had felt prepared
Couldn't match the times where we just never cared
'Cause recklessly is where the best of me calls home
I'll probably end up alone

This whole discussion and talk while staring down at the floor
I like when you seem nervous
Too much talking makes me bored
Can't find a reason to be the things that I used to see
I'm trying to make you proud
I think about everything

I'm really working on me
I know it's hard to accept
I'm really working on me
I know it's hard to forget
There's nights that I couldn't stop
I don't know when to quit
I'm carelessly exact
You can call this selfish, my self self-benefit

And other nights where I had felt prepared
couldn't match the times where we just never cared.

I'm really working on me
I know it's hard to accept
I'm really working on me
I know I'm hard to forget


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Elevator Days song meanings
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