Crown of falling stars (who we are) falling stars part 3

[Intro – soft piano + distant static] Is it just me… Are there a lot more falling stars… [Chorus – melodic, vulnerable, almost whispered at first] Is it just me, are there a lot more falling stars Some wish on planes and cars Some drink themselves away in the bars Is it just me, are there a lot more falling stars From Twitter to TikTok wars Checking notifications become like a chore [Verse 1] Yeah been caught up feeling stranded in the light Stranded, I’m standing in limelight It’s all so pretty and all so bright But my chest heaves and closes tight Another sleepless night Another bad thought to wrestle and fight I don’t think I can stand it But the will to create demands and I demand it It’s impossible to understand it It’s the fear that takes me to find imperfections and refine it A drive too hard to stop the plan and quit I woke up from a comatose buried under granite [Pre-Chorus] (Is it just me… are there a lot more falling stars~) [Chorus – bigger, layered] Is it just me, are there a lot more falling stars Some wish on planes and cars Some drink themselves away in the bars Is it just me, are there a lot more falling stars From Twitter to TikTok wars Checking notifications become like a chore [Verse 2 – I added this to keep the momentum while you keep writing] Spotlight burning like a second sun Everybody watching but nobody’s really won They want the glow, I want the peace But the algorithm got me chained to the release Heart racing like it’s trying to escape my ribs Creativity screaming while the anxiety flips the script They see the highlight reel, I see the crash Another falling star with a beautiful mask [Bridge – half-spoken, raw] Is it just me… or is the whole sky on fire? Everybody shining till they burn out in the wires I’m still here creating through the static and the noise But damn… sometimes I just wanna shut it off and lose my voice [chorus] Is it just me… are there a lot more falling stars Some wish on planes and cars Some drink themselves away in the bars Is it just me… are there a lot more falling stars From Twitter to TikTok wars [Chorus] [heavy, distorted guitars over broken casino bells] A fucked up crown for a fucked up kingdom Moral to the compost, moral to the rot Freewill to the free wheel, little to the freedom Wanna play blackjack but you’re lost to the slots (Is it just me?...) [Verse 3] [softer, almost spoken over church organs] They scroll in the dark, typing prayers like bets Parasocial lovers placing wagers on your next regret You shine so fucking bright they can’t look away Beautiful disaster, they’re here for the blaze Every like is a chip, every DM is a deal They watch the halo flicker and place another bet on how you’ll feel (Is it just me?..) [Chorus] A fucked up crown for a fucked up kingdom Moral to the compost, moral to the rot Freewill to the free wheel, little to the freedom Wanna play blackjack but you’re lost to the slots (is it just me?..) [Verse 4] [building, screamed] The house always wins when the lights get too hot Fame’s just a slot machine that eats what you got You cash in your soul for the rush and the glow They cheer when you burn, ‘cause pretty things explode Stalkers in the comments collecting every scar Rooting for the meltdown like it’s their winning card (Is it Just me?...) [Bridge / Breakdown] [casino sounds glitching into heavy double-kick] Spin it again… spin it again… One more hand, one more gram, one more fan You were too bright, baby, now watch ‘em all cash in (or is it just me?..) [Chorus – screamed + layered] A fucked up crown for a fucked up kingdom! Moral to the compost, moral to the rot! Freewill to the free wheel, little to the freedom! Wanna play blackjack but you’re lost— Checking notifications become like a chore… (Yeah… is it just me?) [ Final chorus] Is it just me… are there a lot more falling stars Some wish on planes and cars Some drink themselves away in the bars Is it just me… are there a lot more falling stars From Twitter to TikTok wars A fucked up crown for a fucked up kingdom! Moral to the compost, moral to the rot! Freewill to the free wheel, little to the freedom! Wanna play blackjack but you’re lost— Checking notifications become like a chore… (Yeah… is it just me?) [outro - Piano] A new kind of social harm~~ Give a little for alot~~ too sell a leg and a arm~~ here in a parking lot~~ Because we can't change who we are~~~ (ohhhh~~~~) Or is it just me...