Clawing at the Walls
Everything gets beneath my skin these days
And I can't take another fucking second
Of all the stupid shit you say, and games you play
Like a fucking broken record.
You're only ever talkin' 'bout what brings you down
And chews you up, and spits you out
It's running me into the ground
I can't keep this up forever
These walls are closing in, every day they get a little closer
The air is getting thin, and every second gets a little slower
I'm grasping at the straws, it seems like I'm always in the thick of it
I'm clawing at the walls, I'm getting desperate
Everything gets inside my head sometimes
And I can't find a single quiet moment
To deal with what's on my mind, relax, unwind
My thoughts are overflowing
I'm only ever fuckin' up, or fuckin' 'round
Or building up to break back down
And I'm calling out without a sound
Like my brain is fuckin' broken
These walls are closing in, every day they get a little closer
The air is getting thin, and every second gets a little slower
I'm grasping at the straws, it seems like I'm always in the thick of it
I'm clawing at the walls, I'm getting desperate
These walls are closing in, every day they get a little closer
The air is getting thin, and every second gets a little slower
I'm grasping at the straws, it seems like I'm always in the thick of it
And I can't take another fucking second
Of all the stupid shit you say, and games you play
Like a fucking broken record.
You're only ever talkin' 'bout what brings you down
And chews you up, and spits you out
It's running me into the ground
I can't keep this up forever
These walls are closing in, every day they get a little closer
The air is getting thin, and every second gets a little slower
I'm grasping at the straws, it seems like I'm always in the thick of it
I'm clawing at the walls, I'm getting desperate
Everything gets inside my head sometimes
And I can't find a single quiet moment
To deal with what's on my mind, relax, unwind
My thoughts are overflowing
I'm only ever fuckin' up, or fuckin' 'round
Or building up to break back down
And I'm calling out without a sound
Like my brain is fuckin' broken
These walls are closing in, every day they get a little closer
The air is getting thin, and every second gets a little slower
I'm grasping at the straws, it seems like I'm always in the thick of it
I'm clawing at the walls, I'm getting desperate
These walls are closing in, every day they get a little closer
The air is getting thin, and every second gets a little slower
I'm grasping at the straws, it seems like I'm always in the thick of it
Credits
Writer(s): Joshua Riddle, Josh Riddle
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