Cats of Ashes Lyrics

Cats of Ashes

And I hate that I'm hitting a ceiling
Summers closed on its final afternoon
Last of the light floating round the room

Failing school, waking up in the evening
Piss the bed and don't even clean it
My god you have seen it

The fridge, no food
All plans unmoved
But everybody is failing together

Toying around in a bubble bursting
Forever pressured to become perfect
Within old clothes that we cannot grow in

You sold your phone, said that you were leaving
I did forget that you may just mean it
Took to the road, only left your footprint

Well don't look back 'til
Your feet are filth
I hope you see some better weather.