hate this part

I left my home for four walls I could touch
And my once not enough feels like way too much
Feel like my words never changed so fast
But sit tight and take it in 'cause it never lasts
I cried on my birthday, like that's so unique
But life after twenty feels, oh, so bleak
Cause I slept right through August
Like I'm from a book
To be stood at the storefront and wait for your

Look, I said I'd never come back yeah, I promised
But, I need you more than ever, if I'm honest
I'm just hoping you still leave a key under the mat

Run for the hills but, I couldn't stay long
'Cause if I get too comfortable, I might be wrong
It's hard, and I hate this part
Yeah, I hate this part

I know I forgot to read your reply
You called and went off like the Fourth of July
I lied to you daily, and said I was fine
I couldn't be lonely, I don't have the time to say

That this would be forever but I
Hate the way I have to dress in southern weather
Hoping that you leave the window open just a crack

Run for the hills but, I can't stay for long
'Cause if I get too comfortable, I might be wrong
It's hard, and I hate this part

Would you be so disappointed if I asked for help?
I've forgotten how to be myself
Fall back inwards, pick apart the things I thought I felt
So I'll

Run for the hills but, I can't stay for long
'Cause if I get too comfortable, I might be wrong
It's hard, and I hate this part
A weekend at home at the back of the bus
But to leave you again will be twice what it was
It's hard, and I hate this part
Yeah, I hate this part