What the SHT is wrong with me Can’t wrap my head around what’s going on Can’t deal with it, it all feels wrong Can’t take the noise when everything’s gone flat Those learned endearments, they don’t think or even feel I need a moment, need a reason to breathe Something to hold onto when silence hits me So I stand here mute, too tired to be free The blur in my mind and the weight of this city And everything is flat, flat, flat Like my heartbeat in my glass I keep trying to feel alive But I’m only getting tired better flat, flat, flat Even the hurt just passes by I’m not broken, I’m just worn Psychologically, I’m numb tonight I answer back with a ghost of my voice Move through the day like a leftover choice Every little light feels too far away Every little word turns to gray I keep my face on, keep my head down low But inside there’s nowhere left to go All these thoughts they drag, they scrape, they spin I can’t tell where I end where I begin And everything is flat, flat, flat Like my heartbeat in my glass I keep trying to feel alive But I’m only getting tired better flat, flat, flat Even the hurt just passes by I’m not broken, I’m just worn Synthetically, I’m just numb tonight I’m so tired of carrying this silence like a name Tired of the morning, tired of the mirror, tired of the same If I could just rest without the fear of losing me Maybe the ache would soften, maybe I could breathe But I’m buried under pressure, under memory, under strain And every hope I touch just turns to pain So if you see me drifting, don’t mistake it for peace I’m just aching for my heart to get synthetic ease Don’t care if it’s flat, flat, flat Like my heartbeat in my glass I keep trying to feel alive But I’m only getting tired I choose flat, flat, flat So the hurt just passes by Kinda broken, kinda worn At least I’m numb tonight
