We can lay our lies upon ourselves until we're hot. We can stretch them out 'til we can tie them up in knots. Or take the time to recognize the brightest boon you have to offer: The ability to step aside. "I've always heard the stories but they've never been mine." Baby, we're on life support, yeah. Baby, we're on life support, yeah. And you don't make it easier when you say we're alright. Because we're not. We're on life support. My caffeinated cadence quivers now. Trapped between early 20s livers who think they hurt, But don't even know how and disassociate when faced with The one true thing they owe each other: The opportunity to grow. And how it makes us stuttered and slowed. Baby, we're on life support, yeah. Baby, we're on life support, yeah. And you don't make it easier when you say we're alright. Because we're not. You've got new leases on thinkpieces, Describing keys to every leash you've never known. But you felt fear, I mean real fear. When you're born unto your podium and no one wants to hear, Like no one ever whispered, "no" into your precious little ears. Baby, we're on life support, yeah. Baby, we're on life support, yeah. And you don't make it easier when you say we're alright. Because we're not. We're on life support.