╭━━━━•°•━━━━━━ ♪ ━━━━━━━━━╮ ©2026 Celeste All rights reserved. This is an original work written by Celeste. Unauthorized reproduction, distribution, or use of the lyrics is prohibited. ╰━━━•°• ━━━━━━━ ♪ ━━━━━━━━━╯ Reds, yellows, blacks, and blues Rusty charms, built with chains and glue Love and damage weighing heavy on my brain Sleepless nights on overdrive Someone’s space clogging my drain Your reflections on my skyline 1-v-1s with the voices in my head Won’t let me breathe or stay outta my bed Nor a sense of relief even when I bled Eyes shot, it’s more than skin deep I’m walking on a thin thread I ain’t tryna crash that part of me Black ice, lost my grip through the mayhem Frail sheep, no wool, my guard got stolen Stained glass, shadow-bound, driftin’, soul fadin’ Memory lane minus the view and the ocean Every night, it’s like I’m fighting Heartbeat almost flatline Tired but constantly revived Cryin’ on the inside, showin’ no emotion Asking for help like it’s a pastime Drawn to a beacon, searching for devotion No regrets if I keep tellin’ white lies Tryna find a place where I feel chosen Tidal waves engulfed me, I was thrown in Spoke my truth just to be ignored, happened too often Not sometimes where I can be forgotten But a love where it’s endless until I’m put in the coffin On the street, paying dues No shoes but imma climb Shoulda read the contract Devil tricked the wise Grim reaper countdown Came to me in a disguise Led me down the wrong path To my demise Tryna do right, fell down Praying to be baptized Exorcised from this demon Who only chastised Tainted me with a love He only despised Every night, it’s like I’m fighting Heartbeat almost flatline Tired but constantly revived Cryin’ on the inside, showin’ no emotion Asking for help like it’s a pastime Drawn to a beacon, searching for devotion No regrets if I keep tellin’ white lies Tryna find a place where I feel chosen
