Hollow Rooms
I'm a stranger to myself
I trade danger for my health
I got anger I hide well, right
My own savior? We'll find out
I've been talking to no one
In my head by my lonesome
I keep doing the motions
But I feel like I've been frozen
Now who can hear me calling out?
So many near me but all no sound
Yeah, they all stare while I keep falling down
Don't care now
I keep doing things I don't wanna do
I can't behave, wish I would follow through
But I'm not okay, no I'm not like you
Can't fill the space in these hollow rooms
Now I keep doing things that I don't wanna do
I wanna change but I got long old roots
You can feel the pain that I keep walking through
Why can't I escape all these hollow rooms?
Uh, no rest for the wicked
Rose bed for these bitches
I noticed that I'm wishing, but I'ma go no vest, hope for the mission
Okay, so listen this ain't no suicide note don't twist it
Clean out your own nose fore you go sniffing
Everybody wanna be in everybody's business
Like what is it with this shit?
I'm getting fed up of them being jealous
When we still feel rain even with our umbrellas
And they think their pain is the same when they tell us
Can't fucking explain how much that makes me selfish
I'm living life like Mike and I'm quite wild
Turning one night into a lifestyle
Never doing right but I'm doing shit right now
Spun out then I did a 180
Went from most liked to the most hate me
Wonderful life, wonder why I'm crazy
Wish I could slow time like I'm Martin Scorsese
But life ain't no motion picture
Gotta flow with the wind when it hits ya
Didn't bring a coat and it's still winter
Cause I'm already cold, bitch you couldn't make me shiver
Desperate times call for desperate measures
Desperate minds call for desperate pleasures
25 lighters on my dresser, yes sir I might go out like I'm Ledger
Just a joke, but the past has been wrote
And I ain't gonna act like I can't go down that road
I just thought you should now that I've been tryna make it home
I keep doing things I don't wanna do
I can't behave, wish I would follow through
But I'm not okay, no I'm not like you
Can't fill the space in these hollow rooms
Now I keep doing things that I don't wanna do
I wanna change but I got long old roots
You can feel the pain that I keep walking through
Why can't I escape all these hollow rooms?
Whoa, oh, oh, whoa, oh
Whoa, whoa, oh, oh
Oh, no, no
Roy
I keep doing things
Oh, I keep doing things
I keep doing things that I don't wanna do
Like how do I escape these rooms?
Oh, oh, oh
Oh, whoa, whoa, whoa
Oh, whoa, whoa, oh
Ooh, ooh
I trade danger for my health
I got anger I hide well, right
My own savior? We'll find out
I've been talking to no one
In my head by my lonesome
I keep doing the motions
But I feel like I've been frozen
Now who can hear me calling out?
So many near me but all no sound
Yeah, they all stare while I keep falling down
Don't care now
I keep doing things I don't wanna do
I can't behave, wish I would follow through
But I'm not okay, no I'm not like you
Can't fill the space in these hollow rooms
Now I keep doing things that I don't wanna do
I wanna change but I got long old roots
You can feel the pain that I keep walking through
Why can't I escape all these hollow rooms?
Uh, no rest for the wicked
Rose bed for these bitches
I noticed that I'm wishing, but I'ma go no vest, hope for the mission
Okay, so listen this ain't no suicide note don't twist it
Clean out your own nose fore you go sniffing
Everybody wanna be in everybody's business
Like what is it with this shit?
I'm getting fed up of them being jealous
When we still feel rain even with our umbrellas
And they think their pain is the same when they tell us
Can't fucking explain how much that makes me selfish
I'm living life like Mike and I'm quite wild
Turning one night into a lifestyle
Never doing right but I'm doing shit right now
Spun out then I did a 180
Went from most liked to the most hate me
Wonderful life, wonder why I'm crazy
Wish I could slow time like I'm Martin Scorsese
But life ain't no motion picture
Gotta flow with the wind when it hits ya
Didn't bring a coat and it's still winter
Cause I'm already cold, bitch you couldn't make me shiver
Desperate times call for desperate measures
Desperate minds call for desperate pleasures
25 lighters on my dresser, yes sir I might go out like I'm Ledger
Just a joke, but the past has been wrote
And I ain't gonna act like I can't go down that road
I just thought you should now that I've been tryna make it home
I keep doing things I don't wanna do
I can't behave, wish I would follow through
But I'm not okay, no I'm not like you
Can't fill the space in these hollow rooms
Now I keep doing things that I don't wanna do
I wanna change but I got long old roots
You can feel the pain that I keep walking through
Why can't I escape all these hollow rooms?
Whoa, oh, oh, whoa, oh
Whoa, whoa, oh, oh
Oh, no, no
Roy
I keep doing things
Oh, I keep doing things
I keep doing things that I don't wanna do
Like how do I escape these rooms?
Oh, oh, oh
Oh, whoa, whoa, whoa
Oh, whoa, whoa, oh
Ooh, ooh
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Writer(s): Dustin Kuehner
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