Lyrics
The count is low and I still hit
All my friends are heroin
The needles make me faint
3Am and I logged in
Earth's my home and I'm a patriot
My weak mind makes me sick
Stop blowing up my phone
With confirmation codes
There's nothing for you here
Except strain on your eyes
Some air for your ego
Some ducks to cross your blind
But where's the honor
Of shooting from behind?
Colors fade, thoughts grow dim
Bodies balance, caves within
I should have just stayed home
The air is thick, it clogs my lungs
I envy those who tire their tongues
Their taste buds must get sore
Stop blowing up my phone
With confirmation codes
There's nothing for you here
Except strain on your eyes
Some air for your ego
Some ducks to cross your blind
But where's your honor
Of shooting from behind?
But you'll never learn
You'll never grow
Irrational dread consumes the concept
Of someone who's not fond yet of you
Of you
You'll never learn
You'll never grow
The cards in your hand
Are starting to show
The knots in your knees
Were put there by God
To keep you at bay
