Twenty-Six
It's been such a long time
Since I've let you see me cry
How do you do it? Is it fluid? Do I lack fluid?
'Cause when the storm comes I feel dry
Sick, sick, sick
Thinking of this, this, this
Something within, in, in
Need to put out, out, out
The fire
(The fire)
Can't open myself up to you
What the hell am I supposed to do?
When it hurts to speak in tongues
And reconcile what's due
I don't think that you get it
I think I need a medic
I think I need a medic
26 years and now I realize
That I've been stuck inside of this disguise
26 years and now I realize, now I realize
It's been such a long time
Since I've said that I was fine
I guess it's progress, what you call it
I'm just stalling
'Cause the truth is that I'm
Sick
A sin is hiding deep within the trenches
You think you've reached me at my conversation benches
Oh, but alas, I'm not over the last time
Kiss me now because it might be the last time
Still I...
I can't open myself up to you
What the hell am I supposed to do?
When it hurts to speak in tongues
And reconcile what's due
I don't think that you get it
I think I need a medic
I think I need a medic
And by the time
I've drawn the lines, it'll be too late
'Cause my disguise
Has been prescribed, I'll self-medicate
And spiral down
So by the end, I'll crack the code
Deep in the crowd
But by the end I still feel cold
Ribs like a cage full of fire, sulfur and ashes, a liar
Thinking about all the things you could to me
Paranoid you would conspire
But she's so pristine, a chapel I could call Sistine
Lay me down in St. Peter and wash my body clean
I just wanna say, you're someone that I like, yeah
Someone that I like, yeah, someone that I like, yeah
Spread these ashes out and suffocate the fire
Suffocate the fire
(The fire)
Can't open myself up to you
What the hell am I supposed to do?
When it hurts to speak in tongues
And reconcile what's due
I don't think that you get it
I think I need a medic
I think I need a medic
Never gonna open up and let you see inside, no!
Let it, let it, let it, let it bleed
Never gonna open up, I'm rotting from inside
So help me, god, I'll hold it in until I die
Since I've let you see me cry
How do you do it? Is it fluid? Do I lack fluid?
'Cause when the storm comes I feel dry
Sick, sick, sick
Thinking of this, this, this
Something within, in, in
Need to put out, out, out
The fire
(The fire)
Can't open myself up to you
What the hell am I supposed to do?
When it hurts to speak in tongues
And reconcile what's due
I don't think that you get it
I think I need a medic
I think I need a medic
26 years and now I realize
That I've been stuck inside of this disguise
26 years and now I realize, now I realize
It's been such a long time
Since I've said that I was fine
I guess it's progress, what you call it
I'm just stalling
'Cause the truth is that I'm
Sick
A sin is hiding deep within the trenches
You think you've reached me at my conversation benches
Oh, but alas, I'm not over the last time
Kiss me now because it might be the last time
Still I...
I can't open myself up to you
What the hell am I supposed to do?
When it hurts to speak in tongues
And reconcile what's due
I don't think that you get it
I think I need a medic
I think I need a medic
And by the time
I've drawn the lines, it'll be too late
'Cause my disguise
Has been prescribed, I'll self-medicate
And spiral down
So by the end, I'll crack the code
Deep in the crowd
But by the end I still feel cold
Ribs like a cage full of fire, sulfur and ashes, a liar
Thinking about all the things you could to me
Paranoid you would conspire
But she's so pristine, a chapel I could call Sistine
Lay me down in St. Peter and wash my body clean
I just wanna say, you're someone that I like, yeah
Someone that I like, yeah, someone that I like, yeah
Spread these ashes out and suffocate the fire
Suffocate the fire
(The fire)
Can't open myself up to you
What the hell am I supposed to do?
When it hurts to speak in tongues
And reconcile what's due
I don't think that you get it
I think I need a medic
I think I need a medic
Never gonna open up and let you see inside, no!
Let it, let it, let it, let it bleed
Never gonna open up, I'm rotting from inside
So help me, god, I'll hold it in until I die
Credits
Writer(s): David Alfaro, Piyapat Promkul, Eric Hidalgo
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