Burning Out
'Kay
I should be playing it safe
Ghosting a good time
Slow down for more than a day
But then my brain's like
Sixty in a minute
So I can't wait a second
I'm missing out if I don't keep up
Sense is overrated
I'm overstimulated
I hate it, but I'm loving the rush
Go too far and you can't turn around
Always part of me
Freaking out again, I'm overspent
And I know that I should get some rest but I'd
Rather crash than slow it down
Leave a mark while burning out
'Kay
How many days have I lost
Dimming lights down low
Pretending not to be
Caught in a cycle
Sixty in a minute
So I can't wait a second
I'm missing out if I don't keep up
Sense is overrated
I'm overstimulated
I hate it, but I'm loving the rush
Go too far and you can't turn around
Always part of me
Freaking out again, I'm overspent
And I know that I should get some rest but I'd
Rather crash than slow it down
Leave a mark while burning out
I'm so scared I'll never be enough
That I'll miss out waiting for it
I can't feel this headache anymore
Can't feel, 'cause I've been
Dying slowly, exhausted to make it
To be packed in a box with the cards in the basement
I'm so (so)
I'm so (so)
I should be playing it safe
Ghosting a good time
Slow down for more than a day
But then my brain's like
Sixty in a minute
So I can't wait a second
I'm missing out if I don't keep up
Sense is overrated
I'm overstimulated
I hate it, but I'm loving the rush
Go too far and you can't turn around
Always part of me
Freaking out again, I'm overspent
And I know that I should get some rest but I'd
Rather crash than slow it down
Leave a mark while burning out
'Kay
How many days have I lost
Dimming lights down low
Pretending not to be
Caught in a cycle
Sixty in a minute
So I can't wait a second
I'm missing out if I don't keep up
Sense is overrated
I'm overstimulated
I hate it, but I'm loving the rush
Go too far and you can't turn around
Always part of me
Freaking out again, I'm overspent
And I know that I should get some rest but I'd
Rather crash than slow it down
Leave a mark while burning out
I'm so scared I'll never be enough
That I'll miss out waiting for it
I can't feel this headache anymore
Can't feel, 'cause I've been
Dying slowly, exhausted to make it
To be packed in a box with the cards in the basement
I'm so (so)
I'm so (so)
Credits
Writer(s): Rob Townsend, Gabe Reali, Lauren Clouston
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