it's high fashion to wear your trauma these days.

lyrics; me. music production/direction: suno + me. // you could trace your steps the further back you go, the streetlights half stand the moment when you knew right from wrong no matter what happens, it could be all gone in just a few seconds like a map; you can see the path but when the lines collapse you won't find your way back the swell inside of your chest from the fear of what comes next sinking ships in a safe harbor to take you away from what's constant forever bare your will, you can't leave the cage no, you swallowed the key at such a young age like a map; you can see the path but when the lines collapse you won't find your way back the swell inside of your chest from the fear of what comes next open your eyes you're alive twenty twenty five feels like 'a quite contrived but no place to hide' time to die open your eyes you're alive twenty twenty five feels like 'a quite contrived but no place to hide' time to die the swell inside of your chest from the fear of what comes next the swell inside of your chest from the fear of what comes next