eight away

I am a phone call, or like eight away

I'm in my room a lot, I'm letting myself rot

Shit, I'm avoidant, shallow, I'm ghosting my friends

I don't want to admit I am depressed

I'm home, hiding and dodging, I like to pretend

That I'm aloof, not just super stupid sad

I wish I didn't stay inside my bed all day

I gotta get real, reach out and show that I care

I'm out of excuses, ruses, but candidly I'm scared

I'm shy or something like that, I'm not at my best