How to Cope

I, I don't know why, I don't know why I do this to myself

Yeah, back in the day when we used to be kids, mom said go out and play

It was innocent, careless, and endless, I remember being easily content with

Cardboard boxes turned into mansions, using my imagination and a few branches

There was never worries about expenses, finances were never at the top of the dome

Now I can't breathe, require trees and land to roam

I don't know where you are, but I know you're where you'd like to be

Somewhere clearing your head, trying to get yourself free

You know how I know, it's cause I'm going through it too

You can grab my hand, we can go on through