[Intro] [thumping bass kicks in low and distorted] [warped vocal sample echoes, pitched down] If you moved your mouth yesterday... I just heard what you said... [balloon inflate sound effect, slow hiss] [Chorus – main hook, repeated heavily throughout] Nodding off and it feels so good Burning holes in my bed This balloon might be my head This balloon might be my head By this time next year, probably be dead Nodding off and it feels so good Burning holes in my bed This balloon might be my head [Verse 1] If you moved your mouth yesterday I just heard what you said Words bouncing off these walls like ricochet Echo in my skull, won't let me forget Pills on the nightstand, calling soft Promises they never kept Veins like highways, traffic stopped Head full of helium, about to lift [Pre-Chorus] Smoke curls slow, fan blades slice the air Ceiling cracks like lightning, staring everywhere Numb fingers trace the burns, count the scars Floating up, but never far [Chorus] Nodding off and it feels so good (feels so good, good, good) Burning holes right through the wood (through the wood, wood, wood) This balloon might be my head (might be my head, head, head) Floating higher 'til I'm dead ('til I'm dead, dead, dead) By this time next year, probably be gone Yesterday's words still playing on and on Nodding off and it feels so good This balloon might be my head [Verse 2] If you texted me last week Screen lit up like funeral glow Felt the buzz creep, slow and deep Fingers ghost, losing control Drawer full of ghosts in plastic bags Same old script, different drag Inflating slow, strings frayed and cut No anchor left, just lift off, what [Bridge – breakdown, bass drops to sub, just warped vocals and hi-hats] Pop... pop... Air leaks quiet, hiss in the dark Skin stretched tight, about to spark Pop... pop... Hear the thin tear, feel the release Floating kiss goodbye to peace No gravity, no more fight Just endless black, endless night [Verse 3 – darker, more fragmented] If you called my name tomorrow Might not answer, voice too hollow Room spins lazy, bedframe creaks Cigarette ash on stained sheets Head like a parade balloon gone rogue Tangled in wires, losing hope One more hit to chase the fade One more promise I'll never trade [Final Chorus – layered, chaotic, building to overload] Nodding off and it feels so good Burning holes right through the wood This balloon might be my head This balloon might be my head This balloon might be my head (by this time next year... probably be dead) Nodding off... nodding off... [distorted echoes multiply: good... good... dead... dead...] This balloon... this balloon... [balloon pop sound effect, bass cuts abruptly] [Outro] [slow fade: distant thump... thump... thump...] [warped sample repeats faintly] If you moved your mouth yesterday... I just heard what you said... This balloon might be my head... [static hiss, silence]
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