Surrounded by my favorite things I collect ever since I was born When I clean my room sometimes I find forgotten things forgotten me Focusing on my own myself I've never done this before When I try to look back on the past I get buzzing in my ears A haze settles over my past can I change my perspective of what you did to me long time ago How I felt about that time I swept my feels up under the lug up on the shelf Everywhere inside my room Think about why I took that move What did I want to say? If I can't find the words I identify with myself in the past Think again for me can I change the way of think That I used to be but I'm suffering cause of this I wanna get out of this place but I don't know what it is I'm gonna hide under the lug from everything that surrounds me