Wait
It's too soon
I am losing
My mind, to fear mongers
Help
My Brain
It ran away
From post-modern self reflection
Please give me what I need
I have to cut my dying teeth
Or I might never sleep
In fear of meaning nothing
Give
It now
I need some racket
I won't survive without it
Help
My brain
It writhes in pain
Unless I give it something shiny
Please give me what I need
I have to cut my dying teeth
Or I might never sleep
In fear of meaning nothing
Please give me what I need
I have to cut my dying teeth
Or I might never sleep
In fear of meaning nothing
I wake up with salt on my cheeks
I lay there with cold feet
Trying to sleep
If not for the buzzing of my fridge
And the surmounting weight of an existential crisis on my chest
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Wait
It's too soon
I am losing
My mind, to fear mongers
Help
My Brain
It ran away
From post-modern self reflection
Please give me what I need
I have to cut my dying teeth
Or I might never sleep
In fear of meaning nothing
Give
It now
I need some racket
I won't survive without it
Help
My brain
It writhes in pain
Unless I give it something shiny
Please give me what I need
I have to cut my dying teeth
Or I might never sleep
In fear of meaning nothing
Please give me what I need
I have to cut my dying teeth
Or I might never sleep
In fear of meaning nothing
I wake up with salt on my cheeks
I lay there with cold feet
Trying to sleep
If not for the buzzing of my fridge
And the surmounting weight of an existential crisis on my chest
It's too soon
I am losing
My mind, to fear mongers
Help
My Brain
It ran away
From post-modern self reflection
Please give me what I need
I have to cut my dying teeth
Or I might never sleep
In fear of meaning nothing
Give
It now
I need some racket
I won't survive without it
Help
My brain
It writhes in pain
Unless I give it something shiny
Please give me what I need
I have to cut my dying teeth
Or I might never sleep
In fear of meaning nothing
Please give me what I need
I have to cut my dying teeth
Or I might never sleep
In fear of meaning nothing
I wake up with salt on my cheeks
I lay there with cold feet
Trying to sleep
If not for the buzzing of my fridge
And the surmounting weight of an existential crisis on my chest
Writer: Jackson Wiebe
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid