Teetering Over the Edge

Yeah, I’m teetering, over the edge of my reality Skrrt—one wrong step and the whole room drifts from me Head full of static, heart hit repeat on the damage I hear my own name like a warning in the panic Uh—hold up I been wide awake, but I’m moving like a ghost Hands on the wheel, still I don’t feel in control Black hoodie, red eyes, I’m a line that won’t behave Tryna keep it together while it bends and sways Ayy, I’m shaking at the seam, yeah Half in the here, half in the deep end Can’t tell if I’m breaking or I’m getting louder Came up from the bottom, now I’m standing on the powder Chains from my history rattling my spine Tugging on my sleeve like, “boy, come back this time” No cap, I’m slipping—then I catch myself Still here, still breathing through the hell Over the edge, but I don’t let go Pause— Then I go harder when the dark gets close Searching for a pulse in a dead-end road Yeah, I’m teetering, but I won’t fold