Shape in the Dark
Numb limb to limb
Like a knife under my skin
Take away everything but a chance to try again
They don't ask you for your input, they just peel it from your skin
I'm invested in the pressure, keep my thoughts below my chin
Knowing you're sick
Footsteps divided by sides of my mind
So tell me what's real and what's not real
I can see your shape in the dark, just wish I could feel
Footsteps divided by sides of my mind
So tell me what's real and what's not real
I can see your face in the dark, just wish I could feel
So when the world was toppling me, where were you?
Footsteps divided by sides of my mind
So tell me what's real and what's not real
I can see your shape in the dark, just wish I could feel
Footsteps divided by sides of my mind
So tell me what's real and what's not real
I can see your face in the dark, just wish I could feel
Find your vessel; rid yourself of red
You can cease to exist
Tear yourself at the seams
Do you know what this means?
You're dead
Dead
Finding my patience
Finding peace in a hurtful time
You take yours
I'll take mine
Roll the tape back
Erase this from me now
Like a knife under my skin
Take away everything but a chance to try again
They don't ask you for your input, they just peel it from your skin
I'm invested in the pressure, keep my thoughts below my chin
Knowing you're sick
Footsteps divided by sides of my mind
So tell me what's real and what's not real
I can see your shape in the dark, just wish I could feel
Footsteps divided by sides of my mind
So tell me what's real and what's not real
I can see your face in the dark, just wish I could feel
So when the world was toppling me, where were you?
Footsteps divided by sides of my mind
So tell me what's real and what's not real
I can see your shape in the dark, just wish I could feel
Footsteps divided by sides of my mind
So tell me what's real and what's not real
I can see your face in the dark, just wish I could feel
Find your vessel; rid yourself of red
You can cease to exist
Tear yourself at the seams
Do you know what this means?
You're dead
Dead
Finding my patience
Finding peace in a hurtful time
You take yours
I'll take mine
Roll the tape back
Erase this from me now
Credits
Writer(s): Gabe Moya, Jonah Starbuck, Mason Sego, Michael Guglielmi, Trae Roberts
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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