| This displaced feeling’s for you
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| I’m such a mess and I don’t know what I’m supposed to do
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| If I try, I’d probably fail like I did in the past
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| This existential hate always flowing up out my drinking glass
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| Shatter me, cut yourself on my broken pieces
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| You never wanna believe, you never wanna believe
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| Bring me down
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| You are the weight of the world on my shoulders
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| Slowly pushing me in the ground
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| Bring me back
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| There’s something left in this casket to resurrect
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| And I know that shit is a fact
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| Bring me back (I just wanna), bring me back (I just wanna)
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| Bring me back (I just wanna wake up from this nightmare, I promise)
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| Bring me back (I just wanna), bring me back (I just wanna)
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| Bring me back (I just wanna wake up from this nightmare, I promise)
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| They said we were dead when we left
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| And we’d never be nothin'
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| But we kept on coming and coming and coming
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| So who gives a fuck about what them, what them, what them bitches said
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| Wanna pinpoint me like an infrared dotted
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| Don’t matter like your Instagram comment
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| Take a whole lot more to hurt me than words
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| And chirping from birds who curve with no knowledge
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| Absurdly blurting out vomit
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| I just wanna burn the nest, to be honest
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| I just wanna wake up from this nightmare, I promise
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| (I drank the Kool-Aid
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| It was almost too late
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| Instead he gave my mama a due date)
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| Is this real life? |
| Then let me sleep 'til I feel right
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| Now I don’t want to deal, my heart will not let me kneel
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| Like the rest who got scared for real, right
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| Bring me back (I just wanna), bring me back (I just wanna)
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| Bring me back (I just wanna wake up from this nightmare, I promise)
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| Bring me back (I just wanna), bring me back (I just wanna)
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| Bring me back (I just wanna wake up from this nightmare, I promise)
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| Coffin-shaped heart
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| You don’t live here 'cause you’re not asleep yet
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| They’ll always be a snooze button, but in life, no reset
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| No respect when I reflect and I eject
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| Hot tears up in the Kleenex, hoping to be next
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| I come from a long line of freak shows and rejects
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| With problems way deeper than a V-neck line
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| Saying I’ma try to do better the next time
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| Spare the insecurity, double up on the spine
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| Hopin' I don’t loose 'em while openin' up they mind
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| Like a padlock, Jamie Madrox and Monoxide
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| We the key to the bridge and beyond
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| Much more than a phenom, infinite like the shit that we be on
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| Blame it on the rhythm or the horns made of neon
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| Shine so bright, but they still can’t see 'em |