Goddamn take a look at myself I think I'm over my head
Like anyone else who's the same when they're dead then they're sane it's a trend
Goddamn take a look at myself
I can't control what I found
Conditional low hits the fan
What I hold in my hand hits the ground
Disaster
What I'm after
That feeling
That holds you down
Disaster
I guess I'm already found
I am what I can't understand Whatever cuts in again
Like letting the sun hit escape like a square is its shape in the end
I can't even run to the sky I'm never meant for goodbye
I'll reel it all in take a ride just to fit in the side
Call again and again
I'm constantly dreaming
That were on the way down
Everyone thinks we're all running
Away from the ground