This Is Happening
I'm not sure I couldn't tell
If I took it upright, if I took it well
Saw it coming from far away
This is happening
I did everything that you asked of me
Change some words around until finally
You were satisfied, you saw dollar signs
Earned your bragging rights
Behind my white knuckles, smiled my crooked teeth
Hold back that awful, rotting stink of what I like to say
When you ask me what I think
There's a man behind the curtain now the magic is gone
Nothing much is showing except some blood on the walls
And when you're good and broken, when the moment is right
You'll show up with that smile
Strung-out and stuck between (you're the opposite of interesting)
Strung-out and stuck between (I'm the opposite of interesting)
Strung-out and stuck between (they haven't taught us anything)
Stuck in between the past and what comes next
It's getting harder, I can't recall
What all this means to me through all
This night intrusion, in double speak
Tore the floor out from underneath
I did everything that you asked of me
Triple tied my tongue, and I went quietly
This is happening
This is happening
Oh my god, you said, I just wanna be gone, right now
Yet you'll stay if you want
I don't care what you say, Should I just get up and go
God, god, god, God damn
It slowly bleeds you dry
I couldn't give a shit, I really couldn't give a shit
If I took it upright, if I took it well
Saw it coming from far away
This is happening
I did everything that you asked of me
Change some words around until finally
You were satisfied, you saw dollar signs
Earned your bragging rights
Behind my white knuckles, smiled my crooked teeth
Hold back that awful, rotting stink of what I like to say
When you ask me what I think
There's a man behind the curtain now the magic is gone
Nothing much is showing except some blood on the walls
And when you're good and broken, when the moment is right
You'll show up with that smile
Strung-out and stuck between (you're the opposite of interesting)
Strung-out and stuck between (I'm the opposite of interesting)
Strung-out and stuck between (they haven't taught us anything)
Stuck in between the past and what comes next
It's getting harder, I can't recall
What all this means to me through all
This night intrusion, in double speak
Tore the floor out from underneath
I did everything that you asked of me
Triple tied my tongue, and I went quietly
This is happening
This is happening
Oh my god, you said, I just wanna be gone, right now
Yet you'll stay if you want
I don't care what you say, Should I just get up and go
God, god, god, God damn
It slowly bleeds you dry
I couldn't give a shit, I really couldn't give a shit
Credits
Writer(s): Adam Lazzara, Mark O Connell, Edward Reyes, Shaun Cooper, John Nolan
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