| I don’t think there’s anybody left to save me
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| Barricaded in my head and I can’t break free
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| I fight myself on ways to stop feeling so lazy
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| I say goodnight to rising suns but it don’t phase me
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| I been up and I been down I feel em both
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| I got nothing left to stop myself from sinking, I don’t float
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| I been craving something more, why can’t i back what I promote
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| Am I creating value, nope, and I been running low on hope
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| So let’s pretend that I control whats in my skin
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| Like I’m falling back in line without a care of tearing thin
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| If I hit the hay I’ll meet tomorrow with an honest grin
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| But I’m too terrified of shaking so I’ll stay awake in sin
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| Let me breathe, capture air, I exhale and don’t ask why
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| Because I know that any breath could be my last before I die
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| Maybe one day I’ll be fine and I can write just what I like
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| But until then imma ground myself in fear before I cry
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| And I don’t know if I’ll survive the static in my sleep
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| But imma go until I find the undertow that pulls me deep
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| Imma let it take me out and bring my body to the sea
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| And when it rots, imma drop and watch my bones become the reef
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| And I don’t think that anyone can save me
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| Been barricaded in my head and I can’t break free
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| I fight myself on ways to stop feeling so lazy
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| I say goodnight to rising suns but it don’t phase me |