[Intro] Drifting in my room But the room a little far away Three ghosts on the same wavelength All of them got my face [Verse 1] First me say, “Work, boy Wake up, do the plan, stay sharp” Got a calendar of constellations Every dream measured out in marks Second me laid back on a comet Says, “Chill, why you chase that star? We already floating in a blessing You just never see how bright we are” Third me flipping coins in a cockpit Muttering, “What if none of this real?” Pull the visor down on his feelings Leaves fingerprints on the shield [Chorus] Got three of me in orbit, all talk at once One shouting, one laughing, one out to lunch Same face, same past, but the views don’t match We just spin, spin, spin, then we all collapse Three versions of me in the same small head Turn the volume down, but they scream instead If we ever agree, I might fall asleep Till then it’s me vs me vs me (yeah) [Verse 2] First me counting every crater Every flaw like a flight checklist Second me drawing hearts in the stardust Says, “Love it, even when it’s a mess” Third me scrolling all the timelines Comparing galaxies we never see “How they get there? What’s wrong here?” He interrogate gravity They argue over which life to live Like planets fighting over one sun I’m the quiet in the captain’s chair Watching all three try to be the one [Chorus] Got three of me in orbit, all talk at once One shouting, one laughing, one out to lunch Same face, same past, but the views don’t match We just spin, spin, spin, then we all collapse Three versions of me in the same small head Turn the volume down, but they scream instead If we ever agree, I might fall asleep Till then it’s me vs me vs me (oh) [Bridge] [Beat drops to half, pads swell] Maybe they ain’t enemies Maybe they the crew that carry me Pilot, dreamer, skeptic seat All strapped in to the same belief That somewhere past this inner fight There’s a quiet, open sky Where all my voices link in time And we fly, and we fly (hey) [Chorus] Got three of me in orbit, all talk at once One shouting, one laughing, one out to lunch Same face, same past, but the views don’t match We just spin, spin, spin, then we all collapse Three versions of me in the same small head Turn the volume down, but they hum instead If we ever agree, I might finally breathe Till then it’s me vs me vs me (me vs me)
