Halloween
Before I ever learned to play a note,
I was on stage.
Mastering the art of selling myself
At a young age.
Fear and insecurity
Drove me like a Maserati.
High school was like showing up
To a costume party.
I was a comedian, an athlete,
A golden boy, a black sheep,
Whatever I had to be
To get the world to throw candy at me.
College was the same act, different play.
It was October 31st, every day.
And the real world was an all too familiar street,
Another trick, another treat.
Then I knocked, knocked knocked on your door,
And every mask I ever wore
Shattered like glass on the floor,
And it was like
Halloween ended,
To all the people I pretended to be:
Rest in peace, rest in peace, rest in peace
It was like Halloween ended.
To ask the people I pretended to be:
Rest in peace, rest in peace, rest in peace.
Hell, I don't know why I'm like this,
But what would it change if I knew?
Maybe my parents messed up,
But, hey, they're just dressed up kids, too.
Maybe I guess what I'm trying to say is
I love you
For being someone I'm not ashamed to
Introduce my skeletons to.
I still put on my Superman cape
And hide in it.
But when I'm with you,
It comes untied for a minute,
Hits the ground, in the shadow of your skin
And for the first time, I was comfortable in mine.
So I knocked, knocked knocked on your door,
Every mask I ever wore
Shattered like glass on the floor,
And it was like
Halloween ended,
To all the people I pretended to be:
Rest in peace, rest in peace, rest in peace
It was like Halloween ended.
To ask the people I pretended to be:
Rest in peace, rest in peace, rest in peace.
When I knocked, knocked knocked on your door,
Every mask I ever wore
Shattered like glass on the floor,
And it was like
Halloween ended,
To all the people I pretended to be:
Rest in peace, rest in peace, rest in peace
It was like Halloween ended.
To ask the people I pretended to be:
Rest in peace, rest in peace, rest in peace.
I was on stage.
Mastering the art of selling myself
At a young age.
Fear and insecurity
Drove me like a Maserati.
High school was like showing up
To a costume party.
I was a comedian, an athlete,
A golden boy, a black sheep,
Whatever I had to be
To get the world to throw candy at me.
College was the same act, different play.
It was October 31st, every day.
And the real world was an all too familiar street,
Another trick, another treat.
Then I knocked, knocked knocked on your door,
And every mask I ever wore
Shattered like glass on the floor,
And it was like
Halloween ended,
To all the people I pretended to be:
Rest in peace, rest in peace, rest in peace
It was like Halloween ended.
To ask the people I pretended to be:
Rest in peace, rest in peace, rest in peace.
Hell, I don't know why I'm like this,
But what would it change if I knew?
Maybe my parents messed up,
But, hey, they're just dressed up kids, too.
Maybe I guess what I'm trying to say is
I love you
For being someone I'm not ashamed to
Introduce my skeletons to.
I still put on my Superman cape
And hide in it.
But when I'm with you,
It comes untied for a minute,
Hits the ground, in the shadow of your skin
And for the first time, I was comfortable in mine.
So I knocked, knocked knocked on your door,
Every mask I ever wore
Shattered like glass on the floor,
And it was like
Halloween ended,
To all the people I pretended to be:
Rest in peace, rest in peace, rest in peace
It was like Halloween ended.
To ask the people I pretended to be:
Rest in peace, rest in peace, rest in peace.
When I knocked, knocked knocked on your door,
Every mask I ever wore
Shattered like glass on the floor,
And it was like
Halloween ended,
To all the people I pretended to be:
Rest in peace, rest in peace, rest in peace
It was like Halloween ended.
To ask the people I pretended to be:
Rest in peace, rest in peace, rest in peace.
Credits
Writer(s): Walker Hayes, Nicolle Galyon
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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