[ Featuring The 8-Minute Miles ]
It's not even a question
This is an obsession
I don't have the strength to say goodbye
I'll have my chance to speak it
Tomorrow I will seize it
But now I am awake so never mind
And even sipping on the coffee that you bought me, it hurts
For what it's worth, it don't hurt much
But then that makes it kind of worse
I need to get my
I need to get my
I need to get my head on straight
But my heart's a mess
I let this turn into something
That I can't digest
I think I need to go home
Might even skip out on Fest
And every day I call out
Stupid, bullshit, is it even worth it
How long does it take to figure out
I've barely scratched the surface, purpose
Everything is worthless
Never even had a doubt
And even staring at my empty wall where you used to be
An onslaught of paranoia
And unwanted memories
I need to get my
I need to get my
I need to get my head on straight
But my heart's a mess
I let this turn into something
That I can't digest
I think I need to go home
Might even skip out on Fest
I need to get my
I need to get my
I need to get my head on straight
But my heart's a mess
