There's a theme that we all write about that I try
Avoiding like a quickly darkening sky
Like a friendship that's gone toxic
I don't want to face it if it's mine
The clock keeps moving even if I stay still
My heart still races even if I stay chill
Each time I focus, my mind just drifts
Maybe it's easier if I sit
Maybe it's easier if I just exist
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Four walls, a corner where each thing to do resides
Making sure they don't hide from me
Don't look at me, pile up those things on the bed
I'm gonna need each one of 'em at some point
I'm gonna need each one of 'em at some point
I'm gonna need 'em
What's the difference
Between me and air?
Does taking up space mean that much?
I'm so tired of being expected to do shit
That doesn't mean much
It never means much
Maybe I've lost touch
Maybe I've grown up
The clock keeps moving even if I stay still
My heart still races even if I stay chill
Each time I focus, my mind just drifts
Maybe it's easier if I sit
Maybe it's easier if I just exist
I've got the top six tips to become less sick
Said the man on the cover of a book he's rich
From the lies he told us
How is marketing so good?
Sell me a new smile, my man
Sell me a purpose for living
Sell me a river, sell me a park
Sell me the one thing you just can't afford
Feels bad to wake a friend up for a cry
When I need help just coping with my life
But we've both been through the paces
And I'll be there when it's your time
It don't make a difference if I stay prepared
For facing that hike in heart rate
It goes higher
And that square breathing don't do shit
It'll just go up
Need it to hold up
I need a slow touch
I can't survive that much, mmm