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no sane person (PTSD)

CUSTOM

(Yeah, yeah) (2018, man) Calendar frozen in twenty-eighteen Two years of my life ripped right out of the scene Living in limbo, a ghost in my room Waiting on strangers toarden my doom Ten thousand dollars just to catch a flight Paying a ransom to breathe for a night Innocent man with a price on his head Wishing that I was justasile or dead (yeah) Then they just dropped it, walked out of the court Said "no sane person" would buy the report Handed my life back, said "sorry, you're free" Like it didn't just murder the person in me Now every knock on the door is a raid Every shadow’s a trap that was laid You lean in to kiss me, my blood turns to ice Already paid for a crime I didn't do twice Yeah, the case is withdrawn, yeah, the record is clean But my mind is still locked back in twenty-eighteen Touch me, I panic, I'm hitting the floor Waitin' for badges to kick in the door (kick in the door, yeah) She wants to get close, she wants me to stay She don't understand why I'm pulling away Skin on my skin feels like steel on my wrists How do I love when I barely exist? Heart beating fast when I see the blue lights Stuck in the trauma of seven hundred nights Cleared of the charges, they threw out the lie So why does it feel like I'm still gonna die? (still gonna die) Yeah, they just dropped it, walked out of the court Said "no sane person" would buy the report Handed my life back, said "sorry, you're free" While I'm still locked up in this P-T-S-D 'Cause every knock on the door is a raid Every shadow’s a trap that was laid You lean in to kiss me, my blood turns to ice Already paid for a crime I didn't do twice Yeah, the case is withdrawn, yeah, the record is clean But my mind is still locked back in twenty-eighteen Touch me, I panic, I'm hitting the floor Waitin' for badges to kick in the door Ten grand in cash just to cross the border Life out of order, yeah, life out of order "No sane person would ever find guilt" Doesn't rebuild what the terror unbuilt I want to hold you, I want to feel safe Instead I'm just staring right into the wraith Now every knock on the door is a raid (is a raid) Every shadow’s a trap that was laid (that was laid) You lean in to kiss me, my blood turns to ice Already paid for a crime I didn't do twice Yeah, the case is withdrawn, yeah, the record is clean But my mind is still locked back in twenty-eighteen Touch me, I panic, I'm hitting the floor Waitin' for badges to kick in the door "No sane person..." Yeah, that's what they said. Two years on hold. Who's there?