Maybe I'll cut some bangs
Maybe I'll quit my job
Maybe I'll drown it all out
But I hate alcohol
Maybe I'll turn off my phone
Drive with nowhere to go
Maybe I'll change what I'm eating
Until it starts to show

A quick fix for all my complicated
Anything just to numb all the pain
God, I swear I tried it all
Put Band-Aids on my bullet holes
And it's no use 'cause I can't heal without you

Turn the music up too loud
Just to drown the silence out
There's danger in the quiet
So I turn to all my vices
Fill every moment that I got
With anything but my thoughts
Always running on empty
'Cause I sprint my marathons

Slow me down
Slow me down
Slow me down

The older that I get
I think of all I've missed
I won't waste another minute
Looking for that quick fix