Jona & Lucas Quinn - Cycles Lyrics

I missed your phone call been a busy day up in my mind
Keep thinking I don't wanna live but I'm afraid to die
Suicidal boy
It's a cycle
I feel like I'm out
Slipping off the tight rope

Picture little me in my room
Momma throwing dishes in the kitchen
Blocking out the screaming with the tunes
Had a sixteen you ain't listen
Probably why I'm jumping through the speaker
I just needed space to let it breath
All the pain that manifested
From hushing up these far fetched dreams
Pivot pivot
Back and forth
Can't make my mind up
I don't even know if we living or surviving before our times up
Waiting on labels to find us
But even then they take the eighty percent
I can't even pay the damn rent
Suicidal on a tangent
Introverted see me in person
I never do speak unless I'm off that bourbon
That heal the soul
But coming down
I'm still here in this damn town
And I can't seem to get a break
Drum breaking to the top floor but staying patient I hate
Staying patient I hate man

I missed your phone call been a busy day up in my mind
Keep thinking I don't wanna live but I'm afraid to die
Suicidal boy
It's a cycle
I feel like I'm out
Slipping off the tight rope

With a lift of my pinky
They toast for the misfits
Thank god
We different
We did what they didn't
I almost lost my head
Momma sent me to her
One and only therapist
Saying I need help
Cause she found a kitchen knife under my pillow
Decorating my room with blood I'm weirdo
Introverted try to mask it with a outgoing side
Caution tape around my casket f*ck it i'll go inside
Sometimes I feel I'm buried deep
Underneath the pavement
All I hear is that's where I belong
With desperation inside my casket on my own

I missed your phone call been a busy day up in my mind
Keep thinking I don't wanna live but I'm afraid to die
Suicidal boy
It's a cycle
I feel like I'm out
Slipping off the tight rope