The sunlight speckles through trees across the road
I get white spots in my vision, so I blink them out

Oh, I think I'm coming around to this
Maybe not, it's either that or it's yet to hit

I got a haircut
a shitty attempt at a change up, a face lift
But it doesn't work like the movies, I found out
My head is a vacuum of feelings and failures
And white noise calling my name

I've spent ten years in my head
trying to be someone
And if it seems like
I'm unsure of myself, that's the reason

Oh, I think I'm coming around to this
Maybe not, it's either that or it's yet to hit

I got a haircut
a shitty attempt at a change up, a facе lift
But it doesn't work like the moviеs, I found out
My head is a vacuum of feelings and failures
And white noise calling my name
Got a haircut
I tattooed my arm
just to prove that I'm changing
But I can't even fool myself
into feeling better about who I am
So I'm starting here

Something's different when I see myself
Can't explain it all away, I hate the way I compensate
I keep running circles in my head
What could there be left to say?
I ask myself that everyday

I got a haircut
a shitty attempt at a change up, a face lift
But it doesn't work like the movies, I found out
My head is a vacuum of feelings and failures
And white noise calling my name
Got a haircut, I tattooed my arm
just to prove that I'm changing
But I can't even fool myself
into feeling better about who I am
So I'm starting here
Right here