"Place I Hate" lyrics
"Place I Hate"
I kind of miss my high school friends
I kind of miss the Arizona heat
I miss my dog his name is Bruno
Turns out these ain't all its cracked up to be
I've been everywhere but home
And I've been everything except myself
But look at me all on my own
I feel the same it's just harder to tell
Woah oh oh
I'm getting good making it look
Like I'm doing just fine
But the truth is getting used to
Getting drunk all the time
And I've been carrying weight
Past few days somehow it got heavier
Somehow it got heavier
I'm at a place I hate with everything to lose
While my whole minds at stake
I'm tracing back my steps so I get closer to
Where the hell I lost myself
Another weekend out of my hands
Another missed call from my brother
Bloody feet from how far I've ran
My momma said I'm losing color
In my face
I'm getting good making it look
Like I'm doing just fine
But the truth is getting used to
Getting drunk all the time
And I've been carrying weight
Past few days somehow it got heavier
Somehow it got heavier
I'm at a place I hate with everything to lose
While my whole minds at stake
I'm tracing back my steps so I get closer to
Where the hell I lost myself
Where the hell I lost myself
Where the hell I lost myself
Writer(s): Evan Honer
- AZLyrics
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- Evan Honer Lyrics
album:
"Everything I Wanted" (2025)
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