siwwy wabbit, twicks are for kids I ripped a cigarette just to watch it fall apart faster than me fold the crease right down the middle as you did so casually gone grindin up the moments that you left inside my head tryna roll a little calm out of the chaos in my chest like Wile E in denial on a trial sized ledge sayin “gravitys flattery, but not a real kinda edge” like the drops just a thought he can dodge if he forgets an the canyon cant claim him if he dont look yet laws of the land wont apply till he admits the ground cant come crushin if he never calls it death hang for a minute like disbelief changed the depth till he spins the sign around an feels the effects I been chasin roadrunners through a cloud of my own every trail gettin thinner but I swear that Im close take another deep pull like direction gets chose but the ground keep remindin me exactly where it goes light another bad idea, let it dangle from my breath sayin “gravitys optional” while Im starin at the edge tap the ash off the physics like it dont mean nothin yet but it fall in perfect timin with the weight of the words I never said rolled denial in a paper stamped ACME on the side spark it up like the label aint a warnin in disguise inhale like the truth only exists if I decide like the bomb wont blow if I dont exhale the lie got a fuse for a filter, let it burn to my lips sayin “timins exaggerated” while Im watchin it hiss like the blast needs consent, like the spark gotta ask like the fires just a rumor till it finishes the task now Im folded in the fallout with the canyon on mi skin breathin broken logic but a heart that wont give in even gravel got the truth an every nerve says “this was it,” but Id rather choke on rubble than admit what really hit I been chasin roadrunners through a cloud of my own every trail gettin thinner but I swear that Im close take another deep pull like direction gets chose but the ground keep remindin me exactly where it goes light another bad idea, let it dangle from my breath sayin “gravitys optional” while Im starin at the edge tap the ash off the physics like it dont mean nothin yet but it fall in perfect timin with the weight of the words I never said © 2026 Hotwife of Pi. All rights reserved. All lyrics are original works written and published under the name Hotwife of Pi and are protected by applicable copyright law. No part of these lyrics may be copied, reproduced, republished, distributed, adapted, performed, recorded, transmitted, used for artificial intelligence or machine-learning training, or otherwise exploited, in whole or in part, without prior written permission from the copyright holder, except where permitted by law.
