The Struggle with Identity

[Verse 1] Fog hangs on the bay, smoke in my lungs Cable car swing, acid tab on my tongue Paint on my face, pixelated in my brain Anxiety's fingerprints on a runaway train [Chorus 1] Who am I when the lights go low? Are these my dreams or just rented ideas? Does anyone know? Like poison in my veins, I glitch, I grow The struggle with identity, I never really know [Post-Chorus 1] Click-clack, heart like a cracked hit Name on the wall but it don’t quite fit Lost in the code of a city misfit The struggle with identity, can’t quit, won’t quit [Verse 2] Mission on fire, breakbeats in the alley Graffiti saints hold court in the valley Flapper dress torn in a circle pit spin Ghosts of the past with a safety pin grin [Chorus 2] Who am I in the strobe-light rain? Am I the mask or am I the pain? Truth be in my blood, doubt in my brain The struggle with identity, buckling under the strain [Post-Chorus 2] Tap shoes slam to a hardwood floor Barcode soul on a fogbanked shore Face in the mirror keeps talking in GIFs The struggle with identity, glitch in the glyph [Verse 3] Bay breeze tasting like nicotine's secret code Heavenly ladders on a staff picks overload Notes play like what? As seagulls swarm my head Concrete halo over words unsaid [Chorus 3] Who am I when the keys go wild? Am I a freak or a prodigal child? Data in the dark gets slick and styled The struggle with identity, savage and mild [Post-Chorus 3] Frame by frame, I’m a runaway loop Loop by loop, I’m a runaway troop Name on the flyer in a font uncouth The struggle with identity, dare me the truth [Verse 4] Tenderloin midnight, sirens in swing Gutter brass band, broken bottles sing Top hat tilted, combat boots worn Speakeasy password on a shirt all torn [Chorus 4] Who am I in a crowd this loud? Lost little bitch in a hand-me-down shroud Laughing at the rules I was never allowed The struggle with identity, under every dark cloud [Post-Chorus 4] Snapback crown on a flapper curl Binary beads on a boy-girl swirl Spin so fast till the whole club hurls The struggle with identity, twist of the world [Verse 5] Streetcar bumps like a hard baked roll Trashcan drumline, runaway soul Bootleg vinyl in a password bar Ragtime rage on a broken heart [Chorus 5] Who am I in the feedback rain? Am I the crackle or the phantom refrain? Every new alias sounds the same The struggle with identity, can’t tag this name [Post-Chorus 5] Spray can halo on a busted door Pronoun shift on the checkered floor Every new costume asking for more The struggle with identity, folklore of the poor [Verse 6] Golden Gate shining like brass knuckles lit Praying to thier god with prayer or a blunt or a cigarette bit Hooker in the fishnets rides a fixed-gear bone Then gets mugged on the way back home [Chorus 6] Who am I when the skyline bends? Am I the bitch or is this the way it ends? Every crack in the mirror, I still pretends The struggle with identity, breaking the news toall my friends [Post-Chorus 6] Sidewalk séance in a Wi-Fi fog Teenage spirit in a TikTok of YouTube vlog Username bleeding in a bathroom stall, dog The struggle with identity, lost in the smog [Verse 7] Backroom blues with a laptop choir Money Over Morals, set the scene on fire Feather in my cap, razor in my rhyme Pounding heartbeat, am I outrunning time? [Chorus 7] Who am I when the curtains close? Ain't no ink on my skin, and got secrets no one knows Every false start is a gripped thorned rose The struggle with identity, that’s how it goes [Post-Chorus 7] Scatter my name in a shifty cascade Ragtime rage as the 808s fade Running from the roles that the world just made The struggle with identity, never gonna trade [Bridge] I’m a half-lit halo in a fogbound night I’m a bootleg saint in a barroom fight I’m a jazzed-up ghost in a human disguise I’m the runaway note that refused to die I’m a flapper in chains, I’m a suit gone feral I’m a rumor in code, I’m a looping spiral Every “who are you?” is a loaded gun Every “be yourself” comes with a refund [Final Chorus] Who am I when the sound cuts out? When the crowd goes home and the lights burn out? If I drop my masks, do I still count? The struggle with identity, screaming without sound [Final Post-Chorus] City air fillls my lungs, heart beats in my chest Names in the dust, can’t pick one bad habit to put to rest I’ll ride this bitch till I find what’s left The struggle with identity, my curse and my gift The struggle with identity, my curse and my gift