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- ♪ 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-