A minimal inference my life is at steak brings me fear
The physical symptoms of my metal state trap me here
I've run out of words
But here I am, tryna write another song, I've got no words
My tongue is bland, everything comes out wrong, there are no words
God knows it's worse
When the world comes tumbling down, it's best to dance all around, don't be scared to make some sounds
I drive too fast in my car, I stay up after dark, I will scream till I taste blood when I have had enough
And this is the part where we plead love, beg it to bring us back above, but even it will let us down
Then there's the part where we do drugs, get em to bring us back above, but even then we still come down
So here I am, tryna write another song, I've got no words
My tongue is bland, everything comes out wrong, there are no words
God knows it's worse
I met a great girl last night, one of a kind kind of kind, she had a smile so bright
Said she liked my inner piece, words my ears couldn't believe, I thought I only had pieces
This is the part where I feel relieved, that the world can't through see me, which can be frustrating
This is the part where we sing song, act like not a thing is wrong, and we wait till is it true
So here I am, tryna write another song, I've got no words
My tongue is bland, everything comes out wrong, there are no words
God knows it's worse