Grips
Pasted on the sidewalk like a 3D rendering
Little people in their small talk
in a perfect scene of the late night heartbeat
I'm not a part of it really
Just a spectator wondering how this started being
a cornerstone of living
I've been tired
Learning my limits
I've been feeling different
I'm coming to grips with it
I'm coming to grips with it
Everyone's been trying to get under my skin
And they stretch it thin
but I still got a space right where my ribcage is
I can't tell the difference
between doing everything and doing nothing
It's all one and the same to me
I'm tired
Learning my limits
I've been feeling different
I'm coming to grips with it
I'm coming to grips with it
I'm coming to grips with it
I don't know what else to do with myself
Thought that maybe we would talk somewhere more quiet
I'm done pretending that I wanna be invited
It's all fun, but I get tired
Scattered at the party like the cups around the house
And I'm listening in stereo to the things that I don't talk about
Now I'm pushing the seat back, hiding in the parking lot
I still wanna feel it, just not all at once
I'm watching the pavement for a piece of solid ground
They're all still drinking I'm still coming down
Learning my limits
I've been feeling different
I'm coming to grips with it
I'm coming to grips with it
I'm coming to grips with it
I'm coming to grips with it
I don't know what else
Little people in their small talk
in a perfect scene of the late night heartbeat
I'm not a part of it really
Just a spectator wondering how this started being
a cornerstone of living
I've been tired
Learning my limits
I've been feeling different
I'm coming to grips with it
I'm coming to grips with it
Everyone's been trying to get under my skin
And they stretch it thin
but I still got a space right where my ribcage is
I can't tell the difference
between doing everything and doing nothing
It's all one and the same to me
I'm tired
Learning my limits
I've been feeling different
I'm coming to grips with it
I'm coming to grips with it
I'm coming to grips with it
I don't know what else to do with myself
Thought that maybe we would talk somewhere more quiet
I'm done pretending that I wanna be invited
It's all fun, but I get tired
Scattered at the party like the cups around the house
And I'm listening in stereo to the things that I don't talk about
Now I'm pushing the seat back, hiding in the parking lot
I still wanna feel it, just not all at once
I'm watching the pavement for a piece of solid ground
They're all still drinking I'm still coming down
Learning my limits
I've been feeling different
I'm coming to grips with it
I'm coming to grips with it
I'm coming to grips with it
I'm coming to grips with it
I don't know what else
Credits
Writer(s): Alina Ostrow
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