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Intro yeah I know I was a burden β¦. clock hands knife the night, Iβm learning how to hurt in silence Verse 1 yeah I know I was a burden, pockets full of broken lights walking on glass thoughts, every step rewinds the fight eyes wide in the dark, insomniaβs a brand-new god counting all the ways to vanish while the ceiling keeps applaud mind splits like a mirror β fractured names in every shard one voice wants to run, one voice writes graveyard art pressure in my chest β pressure in my veins counting tiny endings when the world forgets my name I got anxiety whispering like itβs kin to the clock telling me the next breathβs rent due, leave the door unlocked sleepβs a rumor, dreams are strangers on the phone I scroll through hollow noon, Iβm scrolling past my home Pre-Chorus hands tremble, pen bleeds the thought that I canβt shout Iβm learning how to smile while the inside bleeds out split screens, split scenes, somebody take the mic Iβm trying to reconcile the dark and the light Chorus bleed out, all these colors fade to gray bleed out, canβt tell which meβs gonna stay bleed out, one of us talks while the rest decay if I fall, do I fall alone or does the shadow stay? bleed out, heartbeat echo in the drought bleed out, scream silent, not allowed Verse 2 voices take the wheel, sometimes they steer me home sometimes they drive through alleys where the streetlights never roam DID in my pockets, coins with several names changing jackets mid-argument, switching up the games they call it survival; I call it an arms race in my skull I hand them every trigger, watch the pages fill with null therapy receipts stacked like trophies for the war I lost I keep steadying the tremor while I tally up the cost nights feel like long sentences without a judge to plea I bargain with the ceiling for the mercy to just be but these hands keep sketching scars where the words canβt reach autopilot sympathy, autopilot teach Pre-Chorus whispered liturgy of not enough and never proud I fold the light in half and tuck it under clouds shadow-sibling humming lullabies of doubt weβre a chorus turned to static β can you hear us now? Chorus bleed out, all these colors fade to gray bleed out, canβt tell which meβs gonna stay bleed out, one of us talks while the rest decay if I fall, do I fall alone or does the shadow stay? bleed out, heartbeat echo in the drought bleed out, scream silent, not allowed Bridge I keep a list of apologies I never get to send house of many rooms and every door pretends that something in meβs whole β but itβs stitched from used-up threads I sleep on borrowed hours, wake up among the dead still, a small light fumbles through the cracks I made call it stubbornness or call it the debt Iβll never pay I hold my hand like itβs a foreign friend that might betray but sometimes in the bathroom mirror I whisper βstayβ Breakdown (spoken, low) no, I donβt want to be a headline β just want to be enough no, I donβt want pityβs hand, just want the edges softer, toug
