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Everyone put up a front, I don't care to see past it Feel free to keep acting Wings spread wide man it ain't easy to rebalance and Lying on the floor like I need backup My dad said things getting hard to keep track of Letting go of dreams that I used to seek after It's like every time I get cut I bleed faster I'm still tryna grow up man, ducking weed whackers Yeah, sheets up in a tangle and them papers strewn at random The containers on the table empty, shoes collecting dust Whole world is getting muted, pussy, you done said enough Aiming rubbish in the bucket, score is googolplex to none That's the room to me Doom, gloom, and truancy Is on my mind, the movements far and few between Won't roll my sleeves up Body and the soul shivering Could fit this whole dinner in a teacup Smoke and mirrors form and dissipate Keep a train of thought for like a minute straight tops On the search for (Hope) Out that little clay box Acting stupid all the time, wasn't in a great spot Late at night, a strange aura gonna fill the space up Comfort coming from the rhythm of precipitation Pitter, patter, pitter help forgetting where I came from And that sense of safety probably gonna indicate something They say a picture paints a thousand words Well, I'm brushing up on how to write a better verse You think I trust to tell you everything that's on my heart? I'll wear it on my arm 'cause truth be told I've been in worse Closing up this can of worms Nine months ago I couldn't think it'd ever work It always ached, the thought of leaving home for long-term But now I'm back to the nest And shit feels as stressed as it was When I was obessing over a fucking life turn People turn when they see me rushing to downplay They talk to me and put pressure right on my cold brain Like, "I hope, promise, swear you'll be great someday" Well, I "hope, promise, swear that I'll find a way" "Think it over but don't overthink it too much" The fuck you mean? I'm always writing for an answer Laika was the answer Now I'm back to where I began Lost everything I proved But I guess I'll just do it again Everyone put up a front, I don't care to see past it Feel free to keep acting Wings spread wide man it ain't easy to rebalance and Lying on the floor like I need backup My dad said things getting hard to keep track of Letting go of dreams that I used to seek after It's like every time I get cut I bleed faster I'm still tryna grow up man, ducking weed whackers Oh, how unfortunate Mmm, mmm Down the hatch If you actually— I'm actually gonna drink this First off
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