I keep projecting a character
The image that I have of myself is vanishing
Every single thing that I do, is embarrassing
She kept mentioning a barrier
We switch roles, I'm one who is carried and
Holy smokes babe, you look immaculate
She got tones, soothing my synapses
And how'd you know 'bout the constant collapsing?
I think that's fine if you think that way
I was never really meant to feel anything
Nothing you do, matches what you say
You're a headrush, you're caught in my-
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I keep romanticising tragedy
The story's getting old babe
It feels like a narrative
Am I real? Am I imagining?
Days are fading, creeping backwards
I could be convinced that everyone is acting
Just don't know, man, I can't do fractures
She got tones, soothing my synapses
And how'd you know 'bout the constant collapsing?
I think that's fine if you think that way
I was never really meant to feel anything
Nothing you do, matches what you say
You're a headrush, you're caught in my-
♪
I think that's fine if you think that way
I was never really meant to feel anything
Nothing you do, matches what you say
You're a headrush, you're caught in my-