Stay Numb (CITY LIGHTS) Verse 1 Neon chewing on my bones again, City hum like a bloodstream on meds Billboards selling me a better skin— “Be young, be thin, be godlike — or dead” I fold my spine into a silhouette They might finally recognize Every mirror feels like surveillance Every stranger qualifies Pre-Chorus And I know it’s a joke, I can hear the laugh track— God, it’s funny how I still play along I keep signing my name on the wrong contracts Just to feel like I belong ⸻ Chorus This city’s a psych ward — say it again Psych ward — say it again We call it “alive” but we’re dying as friends White lights — pretty lies — stay numb Stay numb — stay numb If I’m not enough, am I ever someone? I’m a ghost in a good outfit Say it sticks — say it fits If I break, will you call it a hit? We’re all sick, just dressed up— Love it, hate it— Can’t get enough ⸻ Verse 2 Powder kisses on a bathroom sink Like communion for the half-alive Every promise disappears mid-sentence Guess we only mean it when we’re high I learned love like a market trend Up and down, then obsolete If I starve, I get compliments If I speak, I get cut to pieces I scroll past lives I’ll never live With a thumb that feels like a knife Every highlight is a loaded gun Pointed softly at my life Pre-Chorus And I know it’s a loop, I can feel the pattern— Same mistake with a different name I keep dressing my wounds like they’re fashion Just to pass as sane ⸻ Chorus This city’s a psych ward — say it again Psych ward — say it again We call it “alive” but we’re dying as friends White lights — pretty lies — stay numb Stay numb — stay numb If I’m not enough, am I ever someone? I’m a ghost in a good outfit Say it sticks — say it fits If I break, will you call it a hit? We’re all sick, just dressed up— Love it, hate it— Can’t get enough ⸻ Bridge Nurse says, “Smile for the camera” Doctor’s just an algorithm Diagnosis: “not enough” Prescription: become someone Trade your face for approval Trade your pain for a brand Sell your soul for a future You don’t even understand (quieter) God, I know what I’m doing I just don’t know how to stop ⸻ Final Chorus This city’s a psych ward — say it again Psych ward — say it again I checked myself in, now I can’t pretend White lights — pretty lies — stay numb Stay numb — stay numb If I disappear, will I finally be someone? I’m a ghost in a good outfit Say it sticks — say it fits If I break, will you call it a hit? We’re all sick, just dressed up— Love it, hate it— Can’t get enough — enough — enough — enough… Can’t get enough of it Even when it hurts Even when it—
