Dissociation

I'm afraid of saying something that I might forget
Memory as malleable as a paper clip So I record all of my secrets, hoping that
You keep it I'm here to frequent jumping off the deep end
I can't pretend like my soul isn't weakened always waiting on the weak end

For some dopamine, or a flow that's mean I just want the world to notice me
But really I just wanna know I'm free I'm scared of eternity, cause my soul is
Tired And I don't wanna get any higher or feel
Any desire That is unless I'm inspired

Eat like a fire Any beat I acquire, take a seat, here's a
Fire nice to meet im the supplier of something
Finer tryna find a reason that I'm here
Right now As much as you, yeah

As much as you, yeah As much as you, yeah
Is this real or is this fake
I only feel when there's nothing left to take Only a couple pills and I won't ever wake
No, I won't ever wake

Is this real or is this fake
I only feel when there's nothing left to take
Only a couple pills and I won't ever wake
This is real, this isn't fake I feel too much and there's a lot at stake

So hit the gas, don't pump the brakes I'm alive for goodness sakes
Don't know how much I can take This feeling never dissipates
So it's all I allocate Want you to feel the weight of what I'm saying
I know this world is filled with mayhem But who am I to understand

A great plan in one hand I wonder what it's like to have it all
In the other hand I wonder what it really costs
All my dreams were always filling loss I'm deep in the sauce
I sleep when I toss, I see when I talk Better to believe that I'm real if I'm not

Better to believe that I'm real if I'm not
This is real, this isn't fake I feel too much and there's a lot at stake
So hit the gas, don't pump the brakes I'm alive for goodness sakes
I'm alive for goodness sakes

Yeah, I'm alive for goodness sakes
You're alive for goodness sakes
Dissociation
Patch flowers

Lab grade



Credits
Writer(s): Patrick Flowers
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