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Thinkin’ back on all the times that you didn’t show.
Why am I even trying to save this I should let go.
Every season you’ve been saying it’s a bad show.
Leave me like the cargo, guess I’m out of ammo.
Calling me a snake don’t say my name,
It’s a sad joke, only half hoped it would stick.
All the music it was shit, open sessions take a hit.
Nah.
I think it’s time for me to quit.
Cause I’m not stupid, you hate me.
Just feeling down and out.
Cynical thinking while I pace the apartment.
Am I the problem?
Just pace the apartment.
Call me Mr. Brightside, I lied.
I’ve been killing time, stay up all night saying I’m fine.
You would live the same life but you’d go blind.
Watching paint dry with the same eyes.
I ain’t trying to blame you for bad days,
Overthinking things that I say just to save face.
Now I’m half awake just to get baked,
Interstellar haze to escape all the heartache.
Cause I’m not stupid, you hate me.
Just feeling down and out.
Cynical thinking while I pace the apartment.
Am I the problem?
Our ties on the brink.
Held by a single string.
You were fine, but I wasn’t.
In my eyes, you cut it.
Don’t know what you’ve been doing now,
But I want nothing of it.
Fall asleep with one eye shut, huh.
Scared of something?
Regret holding you down.
Feel it surround you.
Open the gates to your personal hell.
I felt no pain.
When I walked away, ya you stayed the same.
Look at yourself when you place blame.
Now you’re running your mouth again.
While I guess some things never change.
Just feeling down and out.
Cynical thinking while I pace the apartment.
Am I the problem?
Cynical thinking while I pace the apartment.
Am I the problem?
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Thank You
03:33
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I don’t know if you can hear me when I’m down.
Where are you now, I’m better off when you’re not around.
I wanna tell you about the way you made me feel.
Is that allowed? You ain't here so I shouldn’t care.
And I can tell you were stuck in your ways,
Getting lost you should find your place.
I just need you to hold this weight for a moment, for a moment.
You could see that I needed you.
Never showed up to help me through,
All the nights I was feeling blue for a moment.
Asking if we’re good... Thank you.
Don’t feel right, I’m healing.
Even though your hearts not grieving,
My heart’s still beating.
Back seat no heat no feelings.
I don’t think you ever said thank you,
I gave it everything.
I don’t think you ever said thank you,
I gave it everything.
I wasn’t frozen.
I was drifting and didn’t know-how.
Saw the roadwork ahead I couldn’t slow it down.
You were poison, kept on sipping until I drowned.
We weren’t giving the same I was fading out.
You were never with me right.
Full stop now I barely even sleep at night.
I'm saying that’s a part of life, I'm on top.
It gets better when you’re out of sight.
You were never with me right.
Now I barely even sleep at night.
I'm saying it's a part of life.
It gets better when you’re out of sight.
Don’t feel right, I’m healing.
Even though your hearts not grieving,
My hearts still beating.
Back seat no heat no feelings.
I don’t think you ever said thank you,
I gave it everything.
I don’t think you ever said thank you,
I gave it everything.
The fallout has happened,
I don't know whether or not I’m done.
But I can’t keep acting,
I'm only straying from myself.
I could tell you what I’ve given up,
But I don't think you’d even say thank you.
Don’t feel right, I’m healing.
Even though your hearts not grieving,
My hearts still beating.
Back seat no heat no feelings.
I don’t think you ever said thank you,
I gave it everything.
I don’t think you ever said thank you,
I gave it everything.
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Tragic
03:09
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I’m working away,
Something to show for the nights I’m awake.
Won’t be the one at the bottom,
I'll be the one that you’re calling.
I'm feeling the weight.
You know I’m not letting go,
I might bend, I won’t break.
Scraping my knees as I’m crawling.
I don't think I’m ready to fall yet.
It's tragic.
Why am I always hitting traffic?
I'm only trying to make a name for myself, that’s the truth.
Going in circles, I see nothing new.
It's tragic.
It's tragic.
[Feel it in my head]
I'm just so sick of waiting.
[Feel it in my head]
Like a disease it's taking.
Am I really moving up?
Just think I’m stuck.
Don't know what to do. I’m jaded.
Feel it in my head,
All I see is red.
Don’t think i'll ever forget.
It's tragic.
Why am I always hitting traffic?
I'm only trying to make a name for myself, that's the truth.
Going in circles to see nothing new.
It's tragic.
It's tragic.
Now I don’t want to go back and forth.
Never any growing when you’re that sure.
Always get the answers that you asked for.
Nothing left to prove,
I don’t got nothing to lose.
It's tragic.
Why am I always hitting traffic?
I'm only trying to make a name for myself, that's the truth.
Going in circles to see nothing new.
Just traffic.
Think I’m kicking this habit.
No more of the sad nights,
Not a low life.
See-through clear eyes I’m no longer digging my grave.
It's tragic.
It's tragic.
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